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“She’s okay?” Blair asked anxiously.

“Her weight is a comfortable five pounds. That is acceptable.” The doctor assured her.

“Make certain to tag her with the name.”

“We will!”

“Now, for the next one.”

Cayden started to relax as Bella Catherine came next.

But then it was time for the boys and that is when he noticed the tenseness in the room.

“What’s the matter?” He demanded.

“Just a little hitch.”

“Please tell us what’s going on.” Blair’s hands held his in a death grip and he could feel her trembling.

“The cord is wrapped around this little one’s neck, we just have to… Ah, there we go.”

“Is he okay? Is my son all right?”

“Let’s see, shall we?” When they took the baby out, he remained silent.

“He’s not making a damn sound.” Cayden noted grimly. “Is he going to be…”

He was then cut off by the angry scream, the baby made.

“Sometimes you just have to give them a little nudge.”

Cayden felt when Blair sagged against him. Wrapping his arms around her, he hugged her tight. Chad Alberto weighed five pounds like his sisters, except Caleb Blake who was four pounds and was going to require some help breathing.

“Nothing to worry about.” There was a collective sigh of relief.

“I want to see them.” Blair demanded. “I want to see my babies.” Cayden was about to second the demand, when he felt her bodysagging against his and her fingers sliding from his. Turning his head, he was about to tease her about deserting him now that she knows she was in the clear when he noticed her eyes rolling over.

“Baby! What is the matter? Something is wrong!”

“Cayden, I am going to ask you to step away now.”

“Not on your damn life. I am not leaving her.”

“She is hemorrhaging. Please.”

He sprang off the bed reluctantly, his face harsh with strain. She was unconscious and looked as pale as death.

He was ushered from the room and the doors closed behind him.

Tearing off the protective garments, he slid on his shoes and just stood there, not knowing what to do. It was when he felt a touch on his shoulder that he stirred and turned to look at his mother.

“We heard that there was a complication with Blair,” she said softly.

“Yes.” He bit out. “She started bleeding. Just like that, she…,” he rubbed a hand at the back of his neck and was surprised to find it trembling.

“Would you like to come with us to look at the babies? They already put them in the nursery.”

“No,” he shook his head, eyes bleak. “I would not feel right looking at them without her. I have to know that she is all right.”

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