Page 79 of The Billionaire's Most Unexpected Triplets

Her question stings me, and my chest tightens with emotion. “Of course I care. She’s the mother of my children. Whatever she’s going through, I want to be there for her.”

Her lips purse. “Really, Jack? Because you have a funny way of showing it. The last time she spoke with you, you slammed the door in her face.”

I gulp. “Because she didn’t want to see me anymore.”

“And why is that?”

I sigh. Shit. We don’t have time for this. Whatever is going on, it’s obviously immediate.

“Look,” I say, “I made a giant mistake. I should have been there for her. I— I want to be there for her. For the triplets. I want…”

“You want what?” She pushes the call button for the elevator, signaling that my time is running out.

“I want to be with her. I want to raise my kids.”

Finally, I’ve said it. The truth is out there.

Where once before, the thought of voicing those desires felt terrifying, now it feels liberating.

Taylor stares at me, her eyes drilling into mine. She seems to contemplate my words for a long time.

“Okay,” she finally says, and I breathe a sigh of relief.

“Okay?” I repeat.

She nods. “Okay. Let’s go.”

I nod. “Uh, where are we going?”

“To the hospital. She’s in labor.”

My heart stops. “What?”

“Yep.” The elevator door opens, and she hurries on.

I follow after her, a flood of excitement and fear filling me. Leah is having the babies! She’s about to become a mother.

And I’m about to become a father.

That is, if she’ll have me.

At this point, nothing is guaranteed. I may have fucked things up so badly she’ll never let me set eyes on those kids.

But I have to try. I can’t live the rest of my life without knowing I at least gave redemption a shot.

As we make our way to the hospital, I can’t shake the feeling of guilt that settles in my chest. I should have been there for Leah throughout her entire pregnancy, not just when it was convenient for me.

She must hate me so much, and I don’t blame her.

When we arrive at the hospital, the receptionist gives us name tags and sends us to the labor and delivery ward. My palms are sweating and I can hear my own heartbeat.

In the hallway, Taylor steps in front of me. “You should wait here.”

I want to argue, but she’s right. Leah isn’t expecting me, and I can’t just go barging into her hospital room.

“Okay,” I say, hard as it is. “Will you tell her I’m here?”

“Of course.” She hurries away without another word, going into Leah’s room and leaving me alone.

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