Page 105 of Hat Trick Daddies

I give him a quick nod and grab the bags he hands me. “I’ll come get you as soon as I can.”

“Take care of her,” Tyler says quietly, and I nod again, my throat tightening as I turn back to Ally.

The nurse wheels Ally down a quiet corridor into the maternity area. The lights are softer here, a stark contrast to the harsh fluorescent glare of the ER. I follow close behind, every step feeling heavier than the last.

“Brooks?” Ally calls rather frantically, her voice thin and trembling.

“I’m here, Ally,” I say, leaning down to brush her damp hair from her face. “I’m right here with you.”

She groans as another contraction takes her. “We have to tell my dad,” she gasps. “They’re coming…they’re coming fast.”

“We’ll tell him as soon as we can,” I promise, squeezing her hand. “But let’s focus on you and the babies right now.”

The nurse pushes the wheelchair into a spacious, private birthing room. It’s nicer than I expected, almost like a hotel suite.

There’s a large bed in the center, surrounded by sleek medical equipment. To the side, a plush couch beckons, clearly meant for partners and family.

A doctor strides in, a warm smile lighting up her face. “Hi, Ally. I’m Dr. Rivera. Congratulations! You’re about to meet your babies!”

Ally groans, clutching the edge of the bed as I help her onto it.

Dr. Rivera snaps on a pair of gloves and checks Ally quickly. Her expression shifts to one of calm urgency. “The babies are ready. One is already almost crowning.”

The room bursts into sudden motion as if it was choreographed. Nurses flood in, their hands full of supplies. The hum of monitors fills the air, and Ally’s breathing grows louder, more strained.

“I want an epidural,” Ally pleads, her voice breaking.

Dr. Rivera shakes her salt and pepper head gently. “I’m so sorry, sweetie. It’s too late for that. These babies are ready to meet you now.”

Ally cries out, tears spilling down her cheeks as I take her hand.

“You’ve got this,” I whisper, kissing her forehead. “I love you so much.”

“Push!” the doctor commands, and Ally screams, squeezing my hand like a vice.

Within minutes, the first baby’s cry pierces the room, a boy, dark hair thickly covering his head. I feel my heart swell as they place him on Ally’s chest. She sobs, touching his tiny face.

There’s a few moments of wonder as we all meet this new life. I feel tears slipping down my cheeks as I kiss Ally and place my hand over the baby’s tiny head.

“Oh, shit,” Ally protests a bit weakly as another contraction ripples through her.

“Push again, Ally. You’re doing amazing!” Dr. Rivera urges.

After a few more minutes of cursing and pushing, Ally breathes a sigh of relief again.

Another cry fills the room. It’s another boy, this time bright blonde. Tears stream down my face as I kiss Ally’s temple.

“I’m so tired,” she says softly to me as she holds the two babies.

“You can do this,” I tell her. “There’s just one more to deliver.”

“There’d better only be one more,” she quips. “Or else I’m going to be very, very annoyed.”

I laugh a little, helping give the first two babies back to a waiting nurse as the contractions hit Ally again.

“Last one, Ally. You’ve got this, c’mon!” Dr. Rivera encourages.

Finally, after a more protracted effort, a third cry rings out. It’s a girl this time, her tiny head covered in bright red curls.

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