Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 77663 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77663 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
“How long was I out?”
“About twenty minutes.”
“Where are my kids?” I looked around the room, almost in a panic.
“They’re being cleaned up; they will be back soon. Our sisters are with them right now.”
“You, show me.” I pointed at the nurse, but it wasn’t necessary because two nurses wheeled the babies into the room just then. I felt that weakness in my knees again, but there was no pain, just raw terror now that they were here.
They wheeled them over to us, and I looked at them, trying to figure out who was who. “Is that a girl?” I pointed at the one that looked a bit suspicious to me. Ask me how I knew which one was her. Two of them were screaming their heads off or fussing in some way while the other was asleep.
Yeah, that’s trouble. She came into this shit with no fucks given. I leaned over to get a better look but still wanted to keep my distance, and she opened her eyes, my eyes, looked at me, did some shit with her mouth, and went back to sleep.
I wasn’t sure which one to pick up first. Wouldn’t they get mad when they grow up and ask? I looked at her for support, but one of the nurses was already taking one of them out to pass to her. I followed suit and picked up the other one, and the idiot nurse had the nerve to pick up the sleeping Diva and place her in my arms as well.
My heart almost stopped until I reminded myself that I had been raising my little sister for the past six years, and she was fine. But that’s the problem; she’s a pain in the ass to raise.
I’d already passed out once and didn’t want to make an ass of myself again, so I acted like I wasn’t scared out of my damn mind. It wasn’t just my baby girl that made me nervous, though, in all fairness. I find that practice and theory are two different ball games.
I thought I was prepared, but nothing prepared me for the wave of emotion I felt. Fear, excitement, joy. It was all wrapped up in one. I looked at my sons, one in his mother’s arms and one in mine, then turned my attention to my daughter.
I don’t want to be one of those dads, but yeah, just like her mother, I’d do twenty to life for her. It’s weird; she looks exactly like her brothers, but just knowing she’s a girl makes me feel different.
Like I needed to hold her more carefully and not put too much pressure on the arm I was holding her in. They were small, all three of them, but from the chatter in the room coming from the nurses, they were all healthy.
Like they would fucking know. “Where’s that quack?”
“Thunder, behave; Dr. Jolie explained that your daughter was hiding behind her brothers, and that’s why she didn’t know there were three instead of two.”
“Uh-huh! Pull the other one. You two did this shit on purpose.” She thinks I can’t see her trying not to laugh in my face.
“No, we didn’t; remember, if you’d let me get the ultrasound, this wouldn’t have happened.”
“Oh, so now it’s my fault?”
“What would you have done if you had known?”
“I would’ve been prepared, at least.”
The idiot doctor came swanning in, but I noticed she stayed her ass far away from me.
“Doc, I’m gonna report you to somebody.”
“Why? What have I done?” Another one who was hiding her laughter.
“What is this? You missed a whole other person.”
“But isn’t it a nice surprise?” Surprise my ass.
“Oh shit. We only have two of everything.” Panic mode activated.
“I know, don’t panic. I’ve already asked Mom to call the store in the morning to order another crib, and Joy and Angel will pick up some things until we’re ready to go shopping. It’ll be fine.”
Why does it seem like she’s the one who’s been calming me down this whole time instead of me her? And why the hell is she so calm? I gave her a look, then looked at the Doc squinty-eyed because I wasn’t sure they hadn’t pulled one off on me.
Because of the new hospital regulations, only one person was allowed in at a time, so for each one that came in, I gave a new order. From the smirks and bullshit, I knew they’d heard about me passing out cold.
I almost lost my shit when the idiot doctor claimed my wife could leave the next day, but because she’d had multiples, whatever the fuck that meant, the babies should stay at least one more day just to make sure all was fine.
“I thought you said they were fine.”
“They are; everything checks out. But with multiples, we like to be sure.”
“Then we’re all staying.” I don’t trust these fucks not to sell my kids on the black market.