Page 67 of Triplet Babies for My Billionaire Boss

“Just breathe, sweetheart. I’ve been through this with your mother, twice. You’ll be fine.”

Having my dad with me was calming. I had never thought that this would happen, that he would be the one to drive me to the hospital.

We arrived, pulling into the emergency entrance with squealing tires. My dad jumped out and shouted at the top of his lungs for nurses to come and help me. They raced out of the double doors with a wheelchair, helping me into it as another contraction caused me to groan and cry out. They rushed me into the hospital, everyone jumping to the sides to let us pass. My dad was right at my side, staying with me all the way. Rodney arrived a moment later, and only then did my dad leave us, going to the waiting room.

“It’s all right, angel,” Rodney said, taking my hand as they lifted me onto the bed. They hooked my legs into stirrups and a doctor checked how dilated I was.

“We’re going to have these babies now,” the doctor called. “Triplets.”

I was relieved everyone knew what to expect, and everyone knew we were talking about triplets. I was terrified. My body was going through things I had never felt before, and in a few moments, I would be a mother to another three children.

“Okay, Mama, I need you to concentrate,” the doctor said. “We’re going to get through this, one baby at a time. When you feel another contraction coming on, I want you to push.”

When my stomach contracted again, I cried out and did as the doctor said. I pushed as hard as I can.

“We’ve got a head,” the doctor called out.

Nurses moved all around me, checking my vitals and making sure everything was going well. Rodney was a pillar of strength, holding onto my hand and talking to me in soothing tones whenever I felt like it was too much.

“One more push, Mama,” the doctor said, and when I did, a tiny cry filled the room.

“It’s a boy,” one of the nurses said, taking the baby and cutting the umbilical cord.

I only had a moment to appreciate what I had done before I had to push again. Baby number two was on its way, and the contractions nearly crippled me. The doctors talked me through the second round, telling me when to push and when to hold back. Before long, a second cry joined the first.

“It’s a girl,” Rodney said with stars in his eyes. He smiled at me. “One more, angel.”

The third time around, it was almost automatic. I knew exactly what to do and when to do it. I was getting exhausted, my body taking a beating, and when they took the third baby out of me, I collapsed back on the pillows, sweating and panting.

“You did it,” Rodney said. “Another girl.”

The nurses cleaned the babies, calling the times of birth and doing the tests to make sure they were healthy before they brought them to me, swaddled in blankets. I held the boy.

“Hello, little Mark,” I said, smiling. A nurse stood by me with one of the girls. “Hello, Ava.”

“And hello, Rose,” Rodney added with the second girl in his arms. “Three beautiful children.”

Tears ran down my cheeks again. I had just given birth to three babies, and they were the most beautiful things I had ever seen. Three sets of tiny little fingers, and three sets of tiny pink toes.

Someone knocked on the door, and my dad stepped in. He looked nervous, as if he wasn’t sure he would be welcome. Rodney smile and walked over to my dad, shaking his hand with the baby still in his arms.

“Welcome,” he said.

“Well, who do we have here?” my dad asked.

“This is Rose,” Rodney said. “And over there, we have her sister Ava, and their brother Mark.”

My dad chuckled. “That’s a good name,” he said. He came toward me and reached out his hand.

I took it and squeezed. “I’m glad you’re here,” I said.

“Me too,” my dad said. He looked at the three babies, his eyebrows raised. “I have to say, I didn’t expect three of them.”

Because we hadn’t spoken, he hadn’t known that we were expecting triplets. It had to have been a shock.

“Can I hold her?” my dad asked the nurse who was still holding Ava. She looked at me, and when I nodded, she handed Ava to my dad. My dad held her against him, more than capable of holding a baby. He looked down at her and smiled.

“You have your mother’s nose,” he said softly. “You’re going to be a beauty one day. Just like your sister.”

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