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“More like the poor guy didn’t want to throw down with three heavily pregnant women. Colt and Khale are waiting outside, so there wasn’t a scene,” Jimmie adds.
“Heonly got in with us because he hid behind us.” Summer points at Jimmie, who laughs.
“We just wanted to come and say good luck,” Sinclair says, coming over to the bed and throwing her arms around my neck.
A few of the guys don’t look impressed that the girls managed to get past security, but really, what would they have done? If they had laid a finger on them, Colt, Khale, and even Jimmie, would have thrown down, and it would have gotten ugly.
“Is there room in the bed for me? Maybe if Lynx gets wind that the twins are coming out, he might get some ideas,” Blayne jokes.
“You named him?” I ask.
“Not me. I left it up to Van and the guys. Ask Sinclair what she and Colt plan to call their kid.”
I look at Sinclair. “And?”
“Kyro,” she says. “I think it’s cute.”
It’s definitely unusual.
“I love it,” I say. “What about the rest of you?”
“Betty and I have decided on Cruze,” Jimmie adds.
“And we have narrowed it down to a few names, but at the top of our list is Hayes,” Summer says.
“I’m glad you are all organised. We have Zadom picked out, but not a name for our daughter. Nothing feels right.”
“It’s totally okay to wait until after the baby is born,” Grace says, and Blayne turns to look at her like she is offended the girl spoke to her.
“Do you have kids?” Blayne snaps.
“And on that note, we are going,” Jimmie says, moving Blayne away from me, and she cackles.
“Call us when those babies get here,” Sinclair says and points to the guys. “Because I will break back in here if you don’t. I have Colt, and I’m not afraid to sacrifice him.”
I laugh, imagining the crap Colt would do to distract everyone so she could get back in here. I’m surprised he has survived life this far with how his brain works.
They all leave, and I close my eyes to rest just a little, but the machine I’m hooked up to starts beeping incessantly. Both Grace and the other midwife are at my side straight away, checking over the machine. Grace runs out of the room and comes back in with the doctor.
“Jolie, Baby A doesn’t like being inside anymore. Since we don’t know much about these babies, they need out now.”
I nod, and in a blur, the medical team jumps into action. I’m wheeled into an operating room, alone. My anxiety spikes and Grace clutches my hand.
“It will all be okay. They will put you to sleep, but I will be right here. Your guys are watching from up there,” she says, pointing to a glass window above us to the left. I sigh in relief when the guys fill the window, and I give them a small wave.
“Please ask them to get photos.”
“They can hear you, it’s just you can’t hear them,” she says with a reassuring smile.
“Who’s ready to become parents?” the doctor says, entering the room, fully scrubbed up.
I’m counting back from ten before I know it. “Ten, nine, eight, seven, six...”
Chapter Twenty-Five
Creed
Watching the tiny little babies being pulled from Jolie’s stomach has tears running down my face, and I’m not the only one. Zadom is pulled out first, but he’s silent, way too silent. The team rushes him over to a small contraption, and the relief when the small cries finally come from him has me taking my first breath since he was born. My little girl, though, she comes into the world with a massive set of lungs. She cries and cries—no one can get her to stop. The doctor checks her over and can’t see anything wrong with her. Grace pushes her way to the baby’s side and demands she be placed next to her brother; the smart girl has done her research and has facts to back it up. The second they are placed next to each other, Zadom’s vitals pick up, and my baby angel stops crying.
