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“You are not the first expectant father to practically pass out at the news that their wife is having twins or triplets,” the doctor reassures him kindly. “You guys are really blessed. This is one of the most unique and special kinds of pregnancies. You will have an amazing parenting experience that few other people get to have.”
“More to love,” I say, cradling my belly in my arms.
I think of my mom, and I feel like she is right here with me, her hand on my shoulder. Somehow, I feel like the fact that there are three little people growing inside me makes up for my lack of family and community growing up.
We leave the doctor’s office in a daze, both of us still trying to wrap our heads around the idea of having three babies. I clutch the next appointment card in my hand, my fingers still slightly trembling from the news.
The doctor was kind, explaining that I’ll need additional monitoring and special care with triplets. But the good news? All three babies look healthy, their hearts beating strongly. The relief I feel about that is the only thing grounding me as we walk out.
Noah’s arm is around my shoulders as we exit the building, and I glance up at him. He’s looking at me with an expression I can’t quite place—something between excitement, disbelief, and the dawning realization that this is real.
As we reach the car, Noah pauses, turning to face me. "Blossom," he says, his voice soft. "We’re in this together. All five of us.”
I smile, the weight of everything shifting in my chest. "I know. And I’m so glad you’re here with me."
He leans in, his lips pressing gently to mine. The kiss is simple, sweet, filled with all the emotion we’re both carrying. I can feel his love, his promise to be here, and I know, for the first time in a long while, that we’re going to be okay.
I sometimes wish he would tell me that he loved me, but I don’t want to be greedy. Not everyone shows their love in that way, and I can feel his commitment to me in everything he does.
“Together,” I whisper as he pulls me close.
“Always,” he replies.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Noah
I walk into the hotel lobby, my mind still buzzing from the morning’s meetings. But before I can even get to the elevator, Nicole stops me, her expression serious. She’s always been able to read me, and I can see the concern in her eyes.
“Noah,” she starts, lowering her voice so the people around us can’t hear, “we need to talk. It’s about Courtney.”
I freeze, instinctively tensing at the mention of her name. “What’s going on?” I ask, already dreading whatever’s coming next.
Nicole’s face hardens, and she crosses her arms. “She’s becoming too much to handle. She’s been making patrons uncomfortable with her loud talk about Blossom’s ‘connections’ and how employees are...well, you know, involved with management. It’s getting out of hand.”
I can feel my jaw tighten at the news. Courtney had always been trouble, but this is crossing a line. She’s dragging the reputation of the hotel and Blossom through the mud, and I won’t let her get away with it.
“I’ll handle it,” I tell Nicole, my voice low but firm. I can already feel my temper starting to rise. “I won’t let this slide.”
Nicole nods, looking relieved that I’m not brushing this off. “Thank you, Noah. It’s becoming a real issue.”
I don’t say another word as I make my way toward the bar. My steps are purposeful, my mind already turning over how I’m going to deal with Courtney’s insubordination.
When I reach the bar, I open the door with a sense of urgency. The second I step inside, Courtney’s head swivels toward me, and I can immediately tell what’s been going on.
She greets me loudly, putting on a show for the guests. “Well, well, if it isn’t Mr. Hudson!” she says, her tone dripping with sarcasm.
Her eyes flick to the patrons, who are now looking at me with curious expressions. I can tell they’ve heard whatever bullshit she’s been spinning about me.
I can feel my anger simmering under the surface as I look at the patrons’ uncomfortable expressions. They’re all pretending not to hear, but I know better. They’ve all been listening to her gossip, and I’m not having it anymore.
“Courtney,” I say, keeping my voice steady but laced with warning, “I need to speak with you in the back. Now.”
She doesn’t seem fazed, though. She just smiles, leaning casually against the bar. “Oh, sure, Noah. Let’s go have a private chat aboutwhateveryou want.” Her voice is dripping with mock sweetness.
I clench my fists at my sides, but I don’t show her my frustration. “Now, Courtney.” My tone leaves no room forargument. She rolls her eyes but finally pushes herself off the counter and starts toward the back with a sigh.
As soon as we’re out of the sight of the guests, I turn to face her, my eyes narrowing. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I snap, my voice low and controlled.
