Page 106 of Second Chance for the Single Mom

I smiled as the two of them played with the puzzle. Lucas put a hand on my lower back and said, “I hope he’s not confused, suddenly having so many male authority figures in his life.”

“From famine to feast,” I said with a chuckle.

Jordan returned to us, shaking his head. “They were going to make her share a room! Don’t worry, I got her upgraded. We can go back and see her, if you want.”

I took one look at Bran, but there was never any doubt in my mind. He was in good hands with these men.

Jordan led me through one of those security doors that required a keycard, then through another maze of hallways until we reached Sara’s room. She was being helped out of a wheelchair and up onto a hospital bed.

“I’ll leave you guys alone,” Jordan said.

I gave him a quick hug and kiss, and then turned all of my attention to my sister. “Of course you went into labor while I was gone! You couldn’t hold it until I got back tonight?”

Sara stuck out her tongue at me, but then hugged me tightly.

“She tried convincing me she was fine,” Harper said.

I gave my sister an angry stare.

“I’m sorry! I thought it was false labor!”

“Your water broke in the living room,” Harper replied, deadpan.

“YEAH, WELL, I WAS SCARED!” Sara shouted.

I put a hand on Harper’s arm. “I’m here to tell you to ignore anything she says in this room while in immense pain.”

“She hasn’t said anything bad yet,” Harper replied.

“I don’t like it when you fuckheads talk about me like I’m not sitting here!” Sara hissed like a gremlin. “Don’t be so cunty, Harper!”

He glanced at me and slowly nodded in understanding.

Over the next two hours, the room was a flurry of activity from nurses. Harper and I did our best to distract Sara until she was fully dilated, and then suddenly it was time for the babies to come. We each held one of her hands while she pushed, and shouted, and cursed, and screamed until her throat was raw.

But in the end, we had two healthy babies resting against Sara’s chest—a boy and a girl.

“I don’t know which I like more,” I said in a quiet voice. “They’re both soperfect.”

“It just sank in,” Harper told me while leaning on the bed, inches away from one of the babies. “I’m a father. Ohfuck.”

“Yep,” I said, rubbing his back.

“I’m sorry for anything I may have said during labor,” Sara told her husband. Her eyes were heavy, and she was more peaceful than I had ever seen her. “I’m so glad I have you to help me raise them, Harper. I can’t imagine doing this alone.” Her eyes swung up to me.

“I wasn’t alone,” I replied. “I had you two.”

Sara started crying, which mademecry. But she didn’t have much energy, and soon was closing her eyes.

When I returned to the waiting room, I was greeted with a sight that stopped me in my tracks. All three men were sitting in chairs, in various states of slumber. Jordan was in the middle, with Shay resting his head on one shoulder, while Lucas leaned against him on the other side.

And Bran was resting his head on Lucas’s thigh, mouth hanging open while he snored softly.

In a flash of insight, I realized that I was excited for the future. With these three men in my life, I had a lot to look forward to. Bran and Ibothdid.

I couldn’t believe how lucky I was.

Pulling out my phone to take a photo, I realized that I had several missed calls. I hadn’t bothered to look at them while we rushed to the hospital—I had two from Sara, one from Harper, and another from an unknown number. That last one had left a voicemail, so I sat down in the waiting room and hit play.

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