Page 43 of Triplet Babies for the Billionaire
I stare down at the tests in her hands. I look at each one, the instructions on the side and the tiny blue lines, and then, I look at her.
My breath catches in my throat.
Pregnant.
I stare at the first test, the bold blue plus signs glaring back at me. I blink, unsure of what I’m seeing, and then look at the others she pulls out. Each one is the same—clear, unmistakable, undeniable.
Blossom’s face is filled with fear, with uncertainty, and I feel the weight of it pressing down on me. My mind spins. This wasn’t what I thought would happen today. I never imagined walking into the storage room to find her holding pregnancy tests like this.
“I didn’t think you’d want this,” she whispers, looking away, her hands trembling as she pulls the tests from my hands. “I’m sorry, Noah. I didn’t mean for this to be how you found out.”
I try to find the words, but they aren’t coming. Shock. Confusion. And a strange, intense protective feeling that I wasn’t expecting.
I rub the small, smooth stone in my pocket, trying to find clarity, but nothing feels clear. All I know is that she’s scared, and I’m here for her. No matter what.
I pull Blossom into my arms, holding her tightly. She’s trembling, and I can feel the weight of her fear pressing down on both of us.
“Don’t worry,” I say, my voice steady but soft. “I’m not going anywhere,”
She pulls back just slightly, looking up at me with disbelief in her eyes. Her brow furrows, and for a moment, I wonder if she thinks I’m lying. But I’m not. I meant every word. I may not have been expecting this, but I’m here for her. I’m here for the baby.
“You really aren’t mad?” she asks, her voice barely above a whisper. The vulnerability in her voice cuts through me like a knife.
I smile at her, masking the fear that’s swirling inside of me. "Of course not," I say, trying to reassure her. I’m not angry thatshe’s pregnant, not at all. But I won’t lie, the thought of being a father scares me more than anything I’ve ever experienced before.
I can’t show her that, though. She needs me to be strong.
I pull her in for a tight hug again, gently kissing the top of her head. "This will be our secret," I say, my words soft and filled with promise.
She nods, her head resting against my chest.
I step back, giving her a little smile before I turn to leave the room. But before I walk out, I give her one last look. “Are you okay to work?”
She gives me a small nod, and I know she’s strong enough to handle this.
She’ll be okay.
The weight of the moment sits heavily on my chest as I step outside the bar, the chaos of the busy city streets immediately swallowing me whole.
People rush past me on their phones, heads down, eyes glazed over, all in a hurry to get somewhere. I feel like a stranger here, like I’m walking through a world where I no longer belong.
The noise, the crowd, it’s all too much. I push through the hustle of New York’s busy day, the claustrophobia tightening around me like a noose. People move around me, but I can’t focus on anything but my thoughts, swirling around the pregnancy, the future, and what all of it means.
Can I really be a father?
I didn’t expect to be thinking about this so soon, but now it’s all I can think about. How will I raise a child? How will I be as a father? With Blossom, I can see having a family, but I’m terrified that I’ll mess up.
What if I’m not ready? What if I fail?
And worst of all, I can’t stop thinking about Whittney. What would she think? What would she say about all of this?
The thought cuts deeper than I expected it to, and I feel a pang of guilt.
I’m torn between the life I’ve already lost with her, the family we were supposed to build together, and the life that could be waiting with Blossom.
I don’t know if I’m ready for either. But I can’t keep running.
I continue walking, each step feeling heavier than the last. My mind drifts back to Whittney.
