Midlife Woes Read Online Jordan Silver

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Insta-Love Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 69170 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 346(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
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Thankfully I didn’t have time to freak out. Damon was already in his scrubs so all he had to do was washup, not that he was helping with the delivery, he just wanted to be prepared.

I kid you not, it took fifteen minutes for them to come flying out. As fast as they left my body they were transferred to NICU, the biggest was about one pound eleven ounces. They looked like little pink rats, sorry, all wrinkled and the size of their Daddy’s palm.

I was in shock, not because of their size or the fact that they were so hastily whisked away, I’d already been prepared for that, but because of how easy it was compared to what I had heard.

Poor Damon was torn between what to do. Should he go with the babies or stay with me? “You should go.” In the end he chose to stay with me a little longer while our parents and kids rushed the NICU like they thought their little bundles of joy were going to be taken.

I got cleaned up and was feeling pretty good. I’m a boss bitch. “Six boys in fifteen minutes, not bad for an old bitch.” I think that’s what Tara called me before I left. I probably shouldn’t have reminded him of that because he was back to tensing his jaw.

I was thirsty as hell all of a sudden and the room was emptying fast since everyone was more interested in taking care of the babies who I had been assured were doing as well as could be expected given the circumstances.

Now, I was already happy that they were all alive and as close to the weight the doctor had guesstimated. That was my biggest worry, one that I never voiced out loud because I knew that my pregnancy was some kind of weird phenomena to begin with and poor hubby was barely holding on by a thread.

That jaw had relaxed a bit but he still had that glazed look in his eyes. “I think I want a….” I was about to say smoothie because the thought if the icy drink going down my throat sounded really good, but somehow the words got jumbled in my brain as pain hit me so hard I almost bounded off the bed.

“What the fuck?” Damon screamed and the last of the labor team that was about to leave called everyone back into the room so who didn’t need to be with the babies were back on me trying to figure out what the hell was going on.

I knew it was too good to be true, that things had gone too smoothly and now I’m gonna die and leave those poor babies. I know the women would take care of them but still. “I’m sorry!” I started to apologize to Damon when the doctor yelled for me to push. Push what?

Damon lost his shit. I’ve never heard someone ream a roomful of people out without raising his voice an octave while rubbing my hand for comfort. He threatened all kinds of mayhem if anything happened to his wife.

All the while the labor team was back at it and I was wondering why the placenta I thought I had already passed was now trying to kill me.

She was bigger than her brothers and damn near gave her Daddy a heart attack. That little miss is a whole three pounds four ounces. She came out screaming bloody murder, looked around the room like we had interrupted her nap, stretched and went back to sleep.

What the fuck just happened? There was pandemonium in the other room and Damon and I were in a daze. “Is that a girl?”

“Uh-huh!”

“Well fuck!”

“Yup!”

JOLENE

I found out why this room was even more luxurious than the last. It’s because it’s a birthing room attached to a parent room, which Damon reserved because we knew in advance that the babies would he staying here for a couple weeks to months.

Now, all I would say about this is that there’s a vast difference between rich and wealthy. I couldn’t have afforded something like this before and I’ve always had the best. Damon had gone all out which I appreciated and the preferential treatment should be embarrassing, but I can’t lie, I loved that shit.

The room looked like a florist shop. His ex-teammates along with the team owners and other personnel sent huge luxurious bouquets and more gifts than the ones that were already at the house from the shower.

The others were constantly running back and forth to take things back to the house each time they came for a visit. I guess Damon had started his activity chart early, because he had everyone on rotation. The kids were home for the summer so they were added to the roster and because we had the private room, it was easier for more of them to spend time with the babies at once than if they all had to go to the NICU.


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