Page 61 of Triplet Babies for the Billionaire
The image on the screen flickers to life, and the doctor’s fingers glide over the wand as she moves it around on my belly.
At first, I can’t make sense of what I’m seeing, just a blur of shapes and shadows.
But then, the doctor pauses, her eyes widening as she looks at the screen.
“Oh my goodness,” she says, a smile slowly spreading across her face. “Well, this is a surprise.”
I feel my stomach flip, my heart racing.
I can see Noah’s face shift to confusion, and he leans in closer, both of us staring at the screen, trying to make sense of it all.
The doctor turns the screen toward us, and with a smile that feels too wide, she says, “Triplets. There’s three.”
My breath suddenly catches in my throat.
I feel like the world tilts under me, like everything I thought I knew about my pregnancy just spun out of control.
Three?
Triplets?
Noah and I both lean in closer, not quite believing what we’re hearing, staring at the screen where there are clearly three tiny figures.
I’m speechless, my heart pounding in my chest.
Shock grips me, and for a second, the room feels like it’s closing in. I blink, trying to process the words the doctor just said. Triplets? There’s no way. I feel lightheaded, my vision blurring slightly. I’m about to faint, I think.
I try to focus, but Noah, whose face has gone pale, looks completely caught off guard. His hand jerks away from mine as he stands up, stumbling slightly.
Before I can even reach for him, his hand slams down onto a surgical platter of gynecological tools, sending everything flying across the room in a crash of metal.
The sound is sharp and deafening, and my heart stops as I watch the tools scatter across the floor.
Noah’s face is a mix of shock and embarrassment, and I quickly reach out to steady him. “Noah?” I say softly, but his eyes are wide, his breathing shallow.
“I—I’m fine,” he mutters, his voice tight. “I just didn’t expect—triplets…” He’s struggling to get the words out, and I can see that he’s just as overwhelmed as I am.
The doctor comes over quickly, offering a hand to Noah to steady him, but he shakes his head, trying to regain his composure.
I reach for his hand, the weight of the news still sinking in. I squeeze his fingers gently. “Hey, it’s okay. We’re okay.”
Noah looks at me, his eyes filled with a mix of wonder and fear. “Three, Blossom. Three little ones.”
I nod, unable to speak for a moment, but I give him a reassuring smile. "We can handle it. Together."
“I know it’s a surprise,” the doctor says kindly, getting up to help Noah sit down.
A nurse shows up with a worried look on her face, but she relaxes when the doctor tells her everything is fine, that we were just a little shocked to find out we were having triplets.
“Oh, three babies!” the nurse gushes. “You guys are so lucky. How exciting!”
“It is really exciting, actually,” I admit, feeling a bubble of happiness forming just under my breastbone. I glance at Noah, who is starting to smile in reply to my clear joy.
“I’m sorry about the mess,” Noah says, bending forward and starting to scoop up instruments off the floor. “I was just a little stunned, you know?”
He picks up a speculum, blushes when he realizes what he’s holding and hands it to the nurse as quickly as he can.
We all laugh and the tension eases a little.
