Triplet Babies for the Billionaire (Happy Ever Alpha Daddies)

24. Chapter Twenty-Four

Chapter Twenty-Four

Noah

The weeks have turned into months, and the reality of parenthood is finally setting in for both of us.

The triplets are on their way, and Blossom’s belly has grown exponentially, making everything feel more real with each passing day.

It’s strange how quickly this has all happened, but it feels like it was always meant to be. Our home together has become a blend of both of our worlds.

All of Blossom’s small knick-knacks and decorations—things she picked up from flea markets or from adventures with her mom—are now scattered around our place. There are little picture frames on the mantle that I never would’ve bought myself, but they make the space feel lived in, full of personality.

I sit down on the couch for a moment, looking around the room. There’s a sense of comfort here now, something I didn’t know I needed. Her presence has softened the space. The sterile, all-business apartment I used to inhabit feels warmer and more inviting.

Her things, some of them quirky, some of them sentimental, have made my penthouse feel like home in a way I never expected. She’s made my space her own, and in doing so, she’s made it ours .

I can’t help but smile to myself. We’ve come a long way from where we started, and now, looking at this space, it feels like we’re ready for what comes next. Parenthood. Together.

I’m standing in the kitchen, mixing pancake batter as the scent of fresh coffee fills the air. It’s a Sunday morning, and we’ve both got the day off. I look over at Blossom as she lounges in the living room, her feet propped up on the couch, a comfortable blanket draped across her legs.

She told me that her mother watched Blossom over and over again while she was pregnant, so we have been working our way through the series together when we have time. She has an episode queued up on the TV so that we can watch it once I’m done making us something to eat.

I glance over at her and see that she has her new laptop with the extra-large screen on her lap. I presume she’s editing images from the last photoshoot she did.

“Hey,” I call out to her, stirring the batter in a bowl, “You need to relax today. You’ve been working hard at the bar. Take a break from editing those pictures.”

She groans, lifting her head just enough to look at me, then shifts uncomfortably, running her hands over her belly. “I know, but I want to get these done while I have the energy. I feel like all I do is sleep lately, whether I want to or not.”

I chuckle. She has been falling asleep nearly every time she sits down. It’s a little comical, but she doesn’t appreciate me making fun of her about it.

“I don’t know, Noah,” she goes on, stretching her back again, “I feel like I’m getting so big behind the bar. I’m waddling around like a penguin. It’s embarrassing.”

I chuckle softly, walking over to her. I can’t help but smile as I lean down to kiss the top of her head. “You’re the cutest pregnant lady I’ve ever seen,” I say, my arms wrapping around her in a hug, pulling her close. “You’re carrying our triplets, Blossom. You don’t have to work if you don’t want to. We’ve got this.”

She laughs, but I can see the worry still in her eyes. “I don’t want to feel like I’m slacking off.”

“It’s not slacking,” I reassure her, kissing her forehead. “But your health and the babies come first. So, if you want to stay home and relax today, that’s what you’re going to do.”

She sighs and shakes her head, though I know deep down she appreciates the offer. “Okay, fine. But only because you’re insisting.”

I laugh, then go back to making breakfast. I want her to feel pampered, to enjoy this time before everything changes.

I bring her a plate of food, and she settles back against the couch with the remote control in her hand.

“What kind of trouble is Blossom getting up to today?” I ask her with a teasing smile.

She giggles. “I don’t know yet, silly. I haven’t seen this episode yet.”

“Well, hit play then!” I urge and she chuckles and obliges me.

After breakfast, we get ourselves showered and dressed. I’m already thinking ahead to what the day holds. We’ve got maternity clothes to shop for, and I’m excited to get started on preparing for the babies.

The weight of it all is beginning to settle in, but I’m not scared anymore. At first, when we found out about the triplets, it hit me like a ton of bricks. I had all these doubts, these fears about being a good father. But now, after all these months, I feel ready.

It’s a strange feeling, this sense of responsibility mixed with excitement, but I know that I’m ready for it.

For Blossom. For our family. For the triplets.

As we head out of the penthouse, I feel a deep sense of peace. Watching Blossom’s face light up when I talk about the babies, when I talk about our future, fills me with a confidence I didn’t know I could have. I’m not just doing this for myself anymore. I’m doing it for all of us.

She looks up at me as we walk down the hallway toward the elevator. “Do you think we’ll be ready? I mean, three babies, Noah…that’s a lot.”

I smile at her, squeezing her hand gently. “We’re going to be more than ready, Blossom. We’re a team.”

She smiles back, her eyes shining.

It's not a declaration of love. I wish I could make those words cross my lips, but somehow, every time I start to say them, I feel like I’m betraying Whittney.

We pull up to one of the nicest shopping centers in Manhattan, the kind of place that feels a little out of my element but is perfect for today.

Blossom gasps when she sees some of the prices at the stores. I can see her eyes widen as she glances at the maternity clothes hanging in the window, her brow furrowing slightly.

“Noah,” she says, her voice hesitant. “I don’t think we need to spend that much on clothes. This is...a little ridiculous.”

I walk up to her, placing my hands on her shoulders, looking down into her eyes. “Blossom, you can get whatever you want,” I tell her softly. “I want to spoil you. You’re carrying our babies. Don’t worry about the prices. Just pick out what you need.”

She looks at me like she’s unsure, still hesitant. “I don’t want to waste your money, Noah.”

I can’t help but smile. “It’s not a waste. I want you to be comfortable, and I want you to have what you need. So go ahead, let’s get you a whole new wardrobe. You deserve it.”

Her face softens, and I can see the reluctant smile on her lips. “You’re something else, you know that?”

“Yep,” I reply with a wink. “And I’m going to keep spoiling you until you learn to like it.”

We end up in a few different stores, and by the end of it, I’m holding bags full of maternity clothes. It’s much more than I thought we’d get.

She’s still a little worried about it, but I’m happy.

As we walk out, my mind wanders, feeling an ache of longing. I haven’t put a title on what we have yet, and part of me wonders if I should.

We’ve got time, I decide. For now, I’m content with just being with her, with this life we’re building.

“Hey,” I say as we head back to the car. “We’ll get through this together. No matter what.”

Blossom nods, her smile more relaxed now. “Yeah. Together.”

As we walk to the next store, I can sense a shift in Blossom.

She’s quiet, too quiet, and I can feel the tension radiating off of her.

She’s always been easy to talk to, but now she’s withdrawn, her gaze fixed on the ground as we move toward the entrance of the store.

I stop in my tracks, causing her to pause too. “Hey,” I say softly, gently touching her arm. “Are you okay?”

Blossom blinks, and for a moment, I don’t think she’s going to say anything.

Then, suddenly, her eyes brim with tears.

My heart sinks as I watch her struggle to hold it together, and before I know it, the tears start to fall, one by one.

“Noah…” she whispers, her voice breaking. “I don’t know what’s happening anymore.”

I drop the bags at my sides, immediately pulling her into my arms. She crumbles against me, and I hold her tighter, smoothing her hair with one hand, not knowing what to say but needing to be there for her.

“It’s okay,” I murmur, kissing the top of her head. “I’m here, Blossom. I’m right here.”

Her sobs come in waves, and I don’t try to stop them. I just let her cry, giving her space to release whatever it is that’s weighing so heavily on her heart.

I feel the strain in her body, the way she’s holding onto me, and I realize this isn’t just about the pregnancy or the babies—it’s deeper than that.

Blossom pulls away after a few moments, wiping her tears with the back of her hand, trying to compose herself. But I can still feel the heaviness of her emotions hanging in the air, and I gently lift her chin, making her look at me.

“I’m just...so overwhelmed,” she says through shaky breaths. “Everything’s changing so quickly. My body, the way it’s changing. Us , Noah. I don’t want to make things harder for you. I don’t want to demand too much from you. I’m scared that…that I’m asking too much, and I’ll end up pushing you away. I don’t want you to get sick of me.”

The words break something inside me, and I reach for her, pulling her back into my arms. I feel her body tremble against mine, her head resting on my chest, and I kiss the top of her head softly.

“Blossom,” I say gently, my voice steady and warm. “I’m not going anywhere. You don’t have to worry about that. I’m not running from you, from us. And I definitely don’t think you’re asking too much. You’re carrying three babies. You have to ask for help. You’re doing the hardest job in the world right now.”

Her sobs have slowed, and I feel her shake her head slightly.

“I’ve got you,” I whisper, tightening my embrace. “I’m here for all of it. I’m here for you .”

She sighs, her body relaxing against mine, and I feel the tension ease between us. She doesn’t have to say anything else; the weight of her fears has lifted, at least for now.

Blossom pulls away, wiping her eyes and shaking her head. “I don’t know, Noah. You say that, but I’m scared. My dad left. And I know you’re not like him, but…I just don’t know how to trust this. I can’t shake the feeling that you’re going to leave, too. And I’ll be here, alone, with three babies.”

Her words hit me like a punch, and I feel my chest tighten. I’m not going to let her go through this alone, but I can see the fear in her eyes. I reach out, pulling her back into my arms.

“Listen to me,” I say, my voice firm and sincere. “I’m not like your dad. I’m serious. I’m not going anywhere, Blossom. You couldn’t keep me out of these babies’ lives even if you tried. I’m ready to be a father. And I couldn’t think of a better woman to be the mother of my kids. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted, and more.”

She looks up at me, her eyes filled with uncertainty. But I see something shift in her expression, a flicker of hope.

“You’re not alone in this,” I whisper, brushing a stray tear from her cheek. “You never have to be alone again.”

Blossom takes a shaky breath, then nods, pressing a soft kiss to my lips. “Okay,” she whispers. “Okay.”

We stand there for a moment, just holding each other, and I can feel the weight of everything finally shifting. Blossom’s starting to believe me, I can tell. The tension between us has melted, and in its place is a quiet understanding.

We pull away and head into the baby store, the neon signs in the windows flickering as we walk past. I grab a cart for us, and I notice her smiling at all the baby clothes hanging neatly before us on tiny little hangers. I can see her excitement, and it’s infectious.

“Hey,” I say, slipping my arm around her waist, “why don’t you pull out your phone? We can start your baby registry today.”

Blossom looks at me, her smile soft and full of affection. “Yeah, let’s do it. Let’s get everything we need for our babies on here.”

As she starts tapping away on her phone, I can’t help but think how perfectly everything is falling into place.

We’ve still got challenges ahead, but I know we’ll face them together.

And I’m ready for whatever comes next.