Triplet Babies for the Billionaire (Happy Ever Alpha Daddies)

21. Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-One

Blossom

The feeling of his lips on my skin wakes me up.

The darkness of night hangs in the room, and I can’t see anything but Noah’s dark shadow, gliding over my body. I feel his every touch, the mysteriousness of the darkness concealing him and making his next move a complete surprise.

His lips touch my neck, sliding up to my ear, and I hear him sigh happily as his hand glides between my legs, playing with the wetness at my core.

“You’re so wet,” he whispers, sliding himself between my legs. I feel him prodding gently, and I beg for it.

“Yes, yes, please, put it in me,” I moan, feeling the hormones take me over, feeling myself gush and quiver for him.

“I like when you beg,” he murmurs to me, kissing me, teasing me with his cock slipping through my wetness but not actually claiming me.

“It’s not nice to make a pregnant lady beg for things,” I say back, nipping his lower lip with my teeth.

He laughs at that, leaning on his elbow and looking down at me. I can see the dim outline of him in the low light in the room. I raise my hips, gasping a little when he slips inside of me the slightest little bit.

“Blossom,” he says to me, his voice filled with an emotion I don’t quite recognize. “You know I care about you very much, right?”

I frown a little in the darkness. “Yes,” I say. “You’re letting me stay here, you protected me from my crazy ex. I know you care about me.”

He’s silent for a moment, and I wiggle beneath him again, feeling like I will die if he doesn’t fuck me.

I hear him open his mouth to say something else, but then he just sighs and slides slowly inside of me. I lose the thread of the conversation, lifting my hips to take him deeper, desperate for more of him.

We make love for hours into the night, and I finally fall asleep again sometime before sunrise.

I finally wake up again to the soft light filtering through the windows. It’s the kind of light that makes everything in the room feel warm and peaceful.

I blink a few times, adjusting to the morning, and then I realize that I’m still wrapped up in Noah’s arms, his chest rising and falling slowly beneath me. It’s a comforting feeling, waking up beside him like this.

“Good morning,” Noah murmurs, his voice low and groggy. His hand gently brushes my hair from my face.

“Morning,” I reply, feeling a little giddy as I stretch against him.

He smiles, still a little sleepy, and looks at me with that same expression that always makes my heart flutter. “So, what’s on the agenda today? Got any plans?”

I hesitate for just a moment before the words spill out. “I have a prenatal appointment,” I say quietly. I don’t know why I didn’t mention it earlier. I’ve been going on my own, but today...something about today feels different.

He lifts an eyebrow, sitting up a little. “You want me to come with you?”

The question is out of nowhere, but it feels right. I feel a mix of excitement and nervousness stir in my chest. "Yeah, actually...if you want to." I wait, holding my breath, hoping he won’t hesitate.

Noah grins, his eyes lighting up. "Of course! I’d love to." He sounds excited, and I feel a warmth rush through me. But a small part of me still worries. Will he pull away after?

“It’s a little…I dunno, weird and clinical,” I warm him as I get dressed. I wince a little at the soreness between my legs. Maybe I should ask if we need to be careful from now on, for the sake of the baby.

“It’s a doctor’s appointment,” Noah says back, amused. “I wouldn’t expect anything else.”

I laugh and nod my head. “Yeah, I guess that’s fair,” I agree. “I just always feel sort of like a science experiment. It’s like I’m just a container they are looking inside of.”

Noah laughs loudly. “I guess I could see that. Well, you’re the sexiest ‘container’ I’ve ever seen,” he says. “Does that help?”

I roll my eyes and shrug into a sweater. “Yeah, a little,” I grudgingly admit. He presses a kiss to my nose and goes to brush his teeth.

The drive to the doctor’s office is surprisingly comfortable. I love that we can share the kind of silence between us that’s not awkward. I feel Noah’s presence beside me, and even though we’re not saying much, it feels like the calm before something bigger.

“So, what week are you at now?” Noah asks casually, his eyes on the road but his tone full of interest.

“Fourteen weeks,” I reply, glancing over at him.

Noah surprises me by nodding, a little grin playing on his lips. “I know,” he says with a smile.

I blink, staring at him in disbelief. “You know? How do you know?”

He chuckles, his gaze flicking to me briefly before returning to the road. “I’ve been counting, Blossom. I’m just...trying to keep track. I’ve felt a little…left out, so I started a calendar.”

My heart skips a beat. “I didn’t know you were counting along...” I say, my voice a little breathless. I hadn’t even realized how much I wanted him to be involved, to know these little details. I had just assumed he wouldn’t care.

Maybe I had done that because my dad never cared and wasn’t there. I realize now that I have been selfish with my pregnancy so far. I hadn’t included poor Noah at all beyond telling him about it.

He gives me a sideways smile, his voice full of tenderness. “Well, I’m not going to let the time slip past me. I’m here for all of this.”

I smile back at him, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. The worry I had about him pulling away feels a little smaller now, though it’s still there, hiding in the back of my mind.

Childhood trauma is really as big a struggle as people say. I grimace at that and vow to work on some of these hang-ups I didn’t even know I had.

When we pull up to the OBGYN office, I can feel the weight of the moment pressing down on me.

Noah seems a little out of place here, his posture stiffer than usual, but there’s an energy around him that makes me smile. He’s excited, I can tell, even if he’s trying to keep it casual.

The waiting room is filled with a mix of expectant mothers, and I can’t help but feel out of place, as if I’m the one who doesn’t belong here even though I feel like I have a beachball belly sticking out in front of me.

But Noah’s beside me, his hand gently holding mine, and it makes everything feel a little easier.

I check in with the receptionist, handing over my paperwork, and Noah quietly takes a seat next to me, his knee bouncing with nervous energy. I know he wants to say something, but he’s trying to keep his cool, waiting for me to lead the way.

We sit quietly, my heart racing slightly.

It’s strange, this feeling of everything moving forward. The waiting room is filled with hushed conversations and the soft sound of magazine pages turning. But in this moment, it’s just Noah and me, waiting for what comes next.

I realize that’s what we’ve been doing all along. Just waiting for what’s next.

Maybe it’s time we start being active, embracing what’s next, directing it, plotting our own course together.

I look at him, my heart light with gratitude. He’s here, beside me, supporting me. And for the first time in a while, I feel like I can breathe.

“It means a lot, you being here,” I reassure him. I look down at our clasped hands and add in a small voice, “It makes up a little for my mom not being here.”

He glances at me in some surprise. “I’m sorry,” he says quietly to me. “I’ve never asked about her. I thought you had told her about the baby.”

I nod. “I did, but she works so much. She can’t come out here to help. It’s just…hard.”

Noah makes a soothing sound, rubbing his thumb over the back of my hand. “I had no idea, Blossom,” he replies. “I’m so sorry.”

I shake my head, my hair slipping over my shoulders. “I don’t talk about it much,” I say softly, my hand running over my belly contemplatively.

“I actually don’t talk about my mom with anyone. She was so young when she had me, and she’s just kind of never gotten her life running right. It’s a little…embarrassing at times, I guess.” My voice gets smaller and smaller until my words trail off.

“Well, she did a lot of things right,” Noah asserts, reaching over to lift my chin and look me in the eye. “She raised you to be a thoughtful, kind, competent woman who is going to be an amazing mom.”

The tears I have been trying to keep in check slip down my cheeks, and I give him a watery smile. “Thank you,” I whisper with a sniffle.

It feels surprisingly good to be able to be honest with him about my mother.

I had held back about her on purpose, thinking he would be ashamed of my past, embarrassed by my mom’s mistakes. But he had proven me wrong yet again, embracing everything that made me who I was without a second thought.

I met a nice man, finally, I think to myself. I wish my mom had been able to do the same thing.

Before long, a nurse comes to the door, her clipboard in hand. She gives us a smile as she calls my name. “Blossom?”

I stand up, Noah’s hand in mine, and we follow her down the hallway. My nerves are starting to settle, but I still feel a little on edge. Noah’s been quiet, but I can tell he’s just as invested in what’s happening today as I am.

The nurse leads us to the examination room, where she takes my height, weight, and blood pressure. The usual check-in stuff. She asks a few questions about my medical history, and I answer them without hesitation, even though my stomach churns a little with worry.

For some reason, I’m always convinced that I am going to hear bad news at these appointments.

Once she finishes, she smiles and tells us the doctor will be in shortly. As she leaves, Noah sits on the edge of the examination table beside me, and I notice how his fingers drum lightly against his thigh. It’s a nervous gesture, but I can tell it’s not just for himself. He’s nervous for me too.

The silence between us is comfortable, but it doesn’t last long. We start talking about random things, anything to fill the void between us, and it’s almost funny how quickly the awkwardness disappears. We both laugh at something stupid I said and the tension slips away.

Suddenly, there’s a knock at the door. I glance over at Noah, and his eyes lock with mine.

It’s time.

The doctor enters the room with a warm smile, her face kind and welcoming, and I feel a wave of relief wash over me. She’s an older woman, maybe in her fifties, with a calm demeanor that puts me at ease right away.

“Hello, Blossom,” she says, her voice gentle. “How are you feeling today?”

“I’m good,” I reply, my voice steady. “Just a little nervous, I guess.”

She nods in understanding. “Completely normal. Now, let’s get you checked out shall we. Go ahead and lie back, and we’ll get started.”

I slide back onto the examination table and lift my shirt as she talks to me about what she is looking for during this appointment. She takes a moment to glance at me, and then her brows furrow slightly.

“Well, you’re looking a bit big for fourteen weeks,” she says casually, her voice kind but observant.

I freeze for a moment, a little thrown off by the comment.

I knew I was showing earlier than I had expected to, but I didn’t think it would be that noticeable. Before I can even think about it too much, I feel Noah’s hand find mine, his fingers squeezing gently.

His smile is warm as he looks at me, as if to say, I’m right here with you . His touch steadies me, and I can’t help but feel better knowing he’s by my side.

“Don’t worry,” Noah whispers, leaning in close. “Everything’s going to be fine.”

I nod, trying to push down the sudden wave of uncertainty creeping in.

The doctor begins to prepare the ultrasound machine, and I feel a wave of anxiety creep up my spine. She applies the cold jelly to my tummy, and I flinch slightly at the chill. She’s already positioning the ultrasound wand, and I can hear the faint hum of the machine powering up.

Noah’s hand tightens around mine, and I try to steady my breathing, focusing on the sensation of his fingers against my skin.

The image on the screen flickers to life, and the doctor’s fingers glide over the wand as she moves it around on my belly.

At first, I can’t make sense of what I’m seeing, just a blur of shapes and shadows.

But then, the doctor pauses, her eyes widening as she looks at the screen.

“Oh my goodness,” she says, a smile slowly spreading across her face. “Well, this is a surprise.”

I feel my stomach flip, my heart racing.

I can see Noah’s face shift to confusion, and he leans in closer, both of us staring at the screen, trying to make sense of it all.

The doctor turns the screen toward us, and with a smile that feels too wide, she says, “Triplets. There’s three.”

My breath suddenly catches in my throat.

I feel like the world tilts under me, like everything I thought I knew about my pregnancy just spun out of control.

Three?

Triplets?

Noah and I both lean in closer, not quite believing what we’re hearing, staring at the screen where there are clearly three tiny figures.

I’m speechless, my heart pounding in my chest.

Shock grips me, and for a second, the room feels like it’s closing in. I blink, trying to process the words the doctor just said. Triplets? There’s no way. I feel lightheaded, my vision blurring slightly. I’m about to faint, I think.

I try to focus, but Noah, whose face has gone pale, looks completely caught off guard. His hand jerks away from mine as he stands up, stumbling slightly.

Before I can even reach for him, his hand slams down onto a surgical platter of gynecological tools, sending everything flying across the room in a crash of metal.

The sound is sharp and deafening, and my heart stops as I watch the tools scatter across the floor.

Noah’s face is a mix of shock and embarrassment, and I quickly reach out to steady him. “Noah?” I say softly, but his eyes are wide, his breathing shallow.

“I—I’m fine,” he mutters, his voice tight. “I just didn’t expect—triplets…” He’s struggling to get the words out, and I can see that he’s just as overwhelmed as I am.

The doctor comes over quickly, offering a hand to Noah to steady him, but he shakes his head, trying to regain his composure.

I reach for his hand, the weight of the news still sinking in. I squeeze his fingers gently. “Hey, it’s okay. We’re okay.”

Noah looks at me, his eyes filled with a mix of wonder and fear. “Three, Blossom. Three little ones.”

I nod, unable to speak for a moment, but I give him a reassuring smile. "We can handle it. Together."

“I know it’s a surprise,” the doctor says kindly, getting up to help Noah sit down.

A nurse shows up with a worried look on her face, but she relaxes when the doctor tells her everything is fine, that we were just a little shocked to find out we were having triplets.

“Oh, three babies!” the nurse gushes. “You guys are so lucky. How exciting!”

“It is really exciting, actually,” I admit, feeling a bubble of happiness forming just under my breastbone. I glance at Noah, who is starting to smile in reply to my clear joy.

“I’m sorry about the mess,” Noah says, bending forward and starting to scoop up instruments off the floor. “I was just a little stunned, you know?”

He picks up a speculum, blushes when he realizes what he’s holding and hands it to the nurse as quickly as he can.

We all laugh and the tension eases a little.

“You are not the first expectant father to practically pass out at the news that their wife is having twins or triplets,” the doctor reassures him kindly. “You guys are really blessed. This is one of the most unique and special kinds of pregnancies. You will have an amazing parenting experience that few other people get to have.”

“More to love,” I say, cradling my belly in my arms.

I think of my mom, and I feel like she is right here with me, her hand on my shoulder. Somehow, I feel like the fact that there are three little people growing inside me makes up for my lack of family and community growing up.

We leave the doctor’s office in a daze, both of us still trying to wrap our heads around the idea of having three babies. I clutch the next appointment card in my hand, my fingers still slightly trembling from the news.

The doctor was kind, explaining that I’ll need additional monitoring and special care with triplets. But the good news? All three babies look healthy, their hearts beating strongly. The relief I feel about that is the only thing grounding me as we walk out.

Noah’s arm is around my shoulders as we exit the building, and I glance up at him. He’s looking at me with an expression I can’t quite place—something between excitement, disbelief, and the dawning realization that this is real.

As we reach the car, Noah pauses, turning to face me. "Blossom," he says, his voice soft. "We’re in this together. All five of us.”

I smile, the weight of everything shifting in my chest. "I know. And I’m so glad you’re here with me."

He leans in, his lips pressing gently to mine. The kiss is simple, sweet, filled with all the emotion we’re both carrying. I can feel his love, his promise to be here, and I know, for the first time in a long while, that we’re going to be okay.

I sometimes wish he would tell me that he loved me, but I don’t want to be greedy. Not everyone shows their love in that way, and I can feel his commitment to me in everything he does.

“Together,” I whisper as he pulls me close.

“Always,” he replies.