Page 83 of Sugar Baby
“I know the drill,” I mutter, wiping the gel from my belly and climbing off the table.
With a muttered thanks, we file out to her relief and meet up with Trent and the girls in the waiting room.
I watch his face as Cain tells him the news and smile. I bend down and cuddle the girls, my little girls, knowing if I end up with three more omegas, we are in for a hellish time as alphas from far and wide will be sniffing around the Quinn heiresses. Fingers crossed, these will be boys.
As we file out of the hospital, Carter takes my hand and kisses it. “You are so perfect.”
“So are you,” I reply.
“If they’re boys, I know just what to call them,” Cain exclaims suddenly as we climb into the minibus and strap the girls into their car seats.
“Oh?” I ask distractedly.
“Luke, Mark and John.”
The entire minibus goes silent.
“Are you sure?” I ask carefully.
He nods. “Yes, I think it would be fitting to giveourbirth names to any boys we father.”
“I agree,” I murmur and then I’m unceremoniously shoved aside as Atlas flings himself at Cain.
“You big fucking softie,” he says, but I can tell he is pleased as punch, and so is Trent.
I can only hope now that we have three alphas to fulfil his request.
I send up a silent prayer and receive a warm, fuzzy feeling deep in my belly in return. I smile, knowing Cain will get his wish.
