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I laughed. “You got it.”
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~February~
“Have we got everything?” Tyler asked, opening my hospital bag for what had to be the hundredth time.
“Chill dude,” Nate said. “It’s a planned c-section. We’re all nervous, but Cutie’s had plenty of time to make additions to the go-bag if he wanted anything else.”
Tyler sighed and ran his hand through his hair.
I summoned him over, then used his shirt to pull him down for a kiss as soon as he was within reach. “We’ve got this. We’re a team.”
He smiled as I released him. “A team.”
“You can handle that, right captain?” Garret teased.
Tyler took a deep breath, then nodded.
“Car’s warmed up,” Miguel said, striding in. “Three carriers strapped in and ready to bring the babies home. Shall we?”
I nodded, and Tyler and Nate stood to either side to help me up. Garret grabbed my bag, and we all made our way to the SUV that had become the new family car when we all needed to go somewhere as a group.
My mates helped me up and into the seat, then we were on our way to the hospital.
I ran my hand over my enormous belly. “Are you excited little ones?” I asked. “You finally get to meet all your dads.”
“Think they’ll recognize our voices?” Miguel asked.
“Probably,” I replied. “You all spent so much time talking to them… reading to them.”
“Don’t forget what Nate calls singin’,” Garret laughed.
I groaned and patted my stomach. “You’re gonna have a better sense of tune than daddy Nate, right?”
“Hey!” Nate protested.
“They’re right,” Tyler snickered. “I almost bought Ash noise-canceling headphones when you insisted on singing every night. Then at least only the babies wouldn’t be able to escape.”
“Fuck you all.”
“Later,” Garret replied. “No hanky-panky in the hospital.”
“Ass…”
“I have a great one, yes.”
I smiled and rubbed my belly again. “Your dads are all wonderful people, and I just know you’re going to love growing up with them.”
A few minutes later Miguel pulled up to the hospital entrance, and fresh tears sprang to my eyes when I saw a nurse waiting at the curb with a wheelchair, Jace standing next to her with a bunch of balloons.
“Guys,” I sniffled.
“Our little ones deserve the best welcoming party,” Nate explained. “And we knew you’d want Jace here, even if you didn’t say it outright.”
“Thank you.”
I was fighting tears as I was assisted out of the SUV and into the wheelchair. Then I was flanked by Jace, Tyler, Garret and Nate as we headed inside, while Miguel parked the car. He joined us a minute later as we finished up the last of the admissions paperwork, then we were led to an elevator that would take us to the maternity ward.
