Page 42 of Triplet Babies for the Billionaire
>> Can you come to the bar’s storage room? I need to talk to you.
I stare at my phone, trying to make sense of it.
Why the storage room? What’s going on?
I know I shouldn’t overthink it, but I can’t help myself. What if she’s quitting? What if she’s had enough of the craziness with the hotel, with everything we’ve been dealing with? What if she’s decided that this, us, has become too much?
And then, a darker thought creeps in.
What if she’s gone back to Zack?
My grip tightens on the steering wheel at the thought.
The way he barged into the hotel the other day, his presence still lingers in my mind.
I can’t shake the memory of him looking at her like she was his.
I try to push it aside as I drive, but it’s there, the worry clawing at me. I take a deep breath as I pull into the parking lot of the hotel. It’s just a conversation she wants, right?
I try to steady my hands as I get out of the car. I don’t know what I’m walking into, but I’m going to be there for her, no matter what.
The hotel lobby is bustling as usual, but when I make my way to the back, it’s quieter. The storage room is tucked away behind the bar, a small space filled with shelves of liquor and unused supplies. I step inside, and the dim lighting makes the air feel heavier.
And then I see her.
Blossom’s standing there, her back to me, facing the shelves. She’s red-faced, her eyes swollen from crying. My heart clenches.
“Blossom?” My voice is soft, my the concern immediate.
She spins around, her eyes wide, startled, and she quickly wipes away a tear, but it’s too late to hide it. The raw emotion in her expression is enough to make my stomach drop.
“What’s going on?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper. I move toward her, but she steps back, shaking her head.
She doesn’t say anything for a moment, and I feel the panic rising. What is it? Is it Zack? Has he hurt her again?
I close the gap between us, reaching out to gently pull her toward me. “Talk to me, please,” I whisper, worried more than I’ve been in a long time.
Blossom finally allows herself to be pulled into my arms, her body trembling against mine. She’s not crying, but I can feel the strength of her emotions in the way she holds herself. I hold her tight, my protective instincts kicking in.
“What happened?” I ask, trying to keep my voice steady, though my mind is spinning. “If it’s Zack, I swear to God I’ll…”
“No, Noah,” she interrupts, shaking her head quickly. “It’s not Zack. It’s not him.”
I step back slightly, just enough to look at her face. “Then what’s going on? What’s wrong?”
Blossom’s eyes dart to the floor for a second, and she takes a shaky breath. “Sit down,” she says softly, gesturing to the small corner in the storage room where a couple of crates and a broken chair are pushed together.
I sit down, my eyes not leaving her as she lowers herself beside me, her movements slow and deliberate. She’s distant, lost in her thoughts, and I feel the uncertainty building in my chest. What is she going to say?
For a moment, neither of us speaks. I let her collect herself, my mind still racing with what could have happened.
Blossom finally looks at me, and there’s a quiet intensity in her eyes. “You know,” she starts, her voice barely a whisper, “this place...my life...it’s not what I thought it would be.”
I want to tell her that we’ll figure it out, that we always will. But something in the air tells me this isn’t just about the hotel or work anymore.
Then, without saying anything else, Blossom gets up and walks over to one of the shelves. She pulls something out from behind a couple of boxes, and my heart races when I see what it is—five pregnancy tests, all laid out in her trembling hands.
She brings them over to me, holding them out with a quiet, nervous expression. “I don’t know what to do,” she says, her voice cracking.
