Page 70 of Triplet Babies for the Billionaire
Blossom
I wake up earlier than usual, my alarm buzzing relentlessly, forcing me out of the comfortable warmth of bed.
I drag myself out from beneath the sheets, still groggy from the late night I had editing photos for my portfolio.
Today is huge.
I’ve been hired to photograph a high-profile wedding for a big-name internet influencer, and my nerves are already starting to settle in with the morning light.
This will probably be one of the last photo shoots I can do before I’m just too big and cumbersome to be on my feet for so many hours.
Shuffling to the bathroom, I notice my belly feeling more full today than it ever has before.
As I stand under the hot stream of water in the shower, I let my hands glide over my stomach, the stretch marks appearing in new places with every passing week. It’s crazy how much my body’s changing. I used to be so aware of every inch of myself, but now, it’s all so foreign, and yet, strangely beautiful.
I pause, running a hand over my belly again, taking a deep breath.This is for the babies, I remind myself.
I won’t let these changes throw me off. I’m doing this for them—for us. The water hits my skin in a warm, soothing stream, but the reality of what’s ahead today settles in, and I try to shake the fatigue away. I’ve got a job to do, and I can’t afford to feel overwhelmed.
After the shower, I quickly dry off, glancing at myself in the mirror. I feel...tired, but I can’t let that show. The world keeps turning, and I need to keep moving.
I stand in front of the mirror, adjusting my new maternity clothes, feeling a little unsure as I take in my reflection. I still don’t recognize the woman staring back at me. The dress is cute, but the growing belly makes everything look different.
It’s been months now, and while I’m grateful for the lives growing inside of me, some days, the physical change feels overwhelming. I rub my hand over my belly again, feeling the gentle curve beneath the fabric. It’s a reminder of all that’s ahead, but it also feels like a lot of pressure, juggling all the changes in my life.
Moving into Noah’s place, dealing with the triplets growing in my belly, working at the hotel bar, and still trying to keep my photography career alive, it’s a lot.
I sigh, adjusting my top as I eye myself in the mirror again. The exhaustion has started to creep in more lately, and today is no exception. But this wedding gig, this is an opportunity I can’t let slip away.
I grab my gear, camera bag, extra lenses, and memory cards, and head for the door, determined to make the most of the chance I have. Today is about pushing through, even if I’m tired. I can rest later. For now, I’ve got work to do.
The Uber ride to the venue feels like a blur, the city passing by in a haze of skyscrapers, taxis, and people. I try to ignore the fatigue settling into my bones as the car zips through the streets of Manhattan. We pass familiar streets, but I can’t focus on anything other than the wedding today.
The driver turns a corner, and I see it—the towering, high-class hotel overlooking Central Park. The building is gorgeous, all glass and steel with Renaissance-inspired accents, gold-trimmed windows, and lavish columns. It’s exactly what I expected for a wedding of this caliber, and a little part of me feels like I’m walking into a dream.
I tip the driver generously, taking my bags and camera gear out of the car. The weight of the equipment feels heavier than usual, but I push through, determined to get everything set up and perfect.
I make my way inside, stepping into the grand lobby. The space is immense, with high ceilings, and massive crystal chandeliers casting a warm glow across the room. The floors are marble, the walls adorned with ornate tapestries, and the whole place smells like fresh flowers and polished wood.
Pausing for a moment to take it all in, I continue toward the front desk. A bellboy approaches me almost immediately, offering to help carry my things. I give him a grateful smile.
“Thanks,” I say, and we walk through the lobby, my heart racing with anticipation. I’ve worked hard to get here, and today’s the day I show everyone exactly what I’m capable of.
The bellboy leads me to the bridal suite, and I can’t help but marvel at the luxury of the place as I step inside.
The room is massive, with a king-sized bed draped in satin, and floor-to-ceiling windows offering a breathtaking view of the park. A long, antique vanity stretches across one wall, and the soft pink tones of the walls make the space feel intimate yet elegant.
I set down my bags and look around, taking in the bridal party. The bride, a well-known influencer with a stunning smile, is sitting in front of a mirror, nervously checking her makeup. The bridesmaids are moving around, getting their hair done, and everything seems like a whirlwind of excitement.
But as I get ready to unpack my equipment, the atmosphere shifts. The bride suddenly snaps at one of the bridesmaids, her voice rising in a way that makes everyone in the room go still.
“Do you haveanyidea how much work goes into getting ready for a wedding?” the bride snaps, her eyes narrowing. The bridesmaid, clearly shocked, stammers out an apology, but tears well up in her eyes as she mutters, “I just didn’t know what you wanted…”
The bride huffs, crossing her arms over her chest. “Well, get it together!” she barks. “This is supposed to beperfect. Get your act together, or you can leave!”
I watch the scene unfold in silence, feeling the tension in the room rise. The bridesmaid runs off, trying to hold back tears. The bride looks over at me for a second, noticing my presence. Her face softens, but I can see the stress is getting to her.
I roll my shoulders, forcing myself to focus. There’s work to do. I start setting up my gear, ready to capture the day, no matter how chaotic it may become.
