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Then, chaos.

“Holy hell,” Lila muttered, already pulling out her phone. “I’m calling the hospital.”

A chorus of voices rose around us.

“Oh, damn, it’s happening now?” Asher asked, eyes wide with interest.

“Well, I sure as hell hope this isn’t a false alarm,” Beckett muttered, though his usual grumpy expression was tinged with concern.

Garrett was already taking charge. “You guys need to get her to the hospital. Now.”

Samuel appeared at my other side. “I’ll get the car ready.”

“I can walk,” I started, but the second I shifted, another contraction tore through me, stealing my breath.

“Nope,” Adam said firmly, scooping me up in his arms before I could protest.

“Oh my,” Miss Evelyn gasped, pressing a hand to her chest. “Well, that was fast.”

“Not my first time carrying her,” Adam muttered, his grip secure.

“You make that sound like I have to be carried all the time,” I huffed.

He didn’t even blink. “Because you do.”

The laughter and chaos around us blurred as Adam carried me outside, where Samuel had already pulled his truck up to the curb.

“Ambulance is on the way,” Jaxon called. “Lila just called.”

“Hospital’s not far,” Adam said, setting me gently in the passenger seat before climbing in beside me. “I’m not waiting.”

Kai threw open the back door. “I’m coming, too.”

I barely had time to register the others calling out encouragement as the truck peeled out of the parking lot, my entire world narrowing to the man gripping my hand and the little life about to make their way into the world.

Adam squeezed my fingers, his jaw tight with determination. “Hang on, sugar. We’re almost there.”

I exhaled shakily, leaning into him.

Ready or not, our family was about to grow.

CHAPTER FORTY-THREE

Sadie

Coming homewith a newborn son was supposed to be a quiet, intimate moment. Instead, it was absolute chaos.

The second Adam carried me through the front door, Kai right behind him with our tiny, swaddled baby boy cradled in his arms, everything felt overwhelmingly real.

Home. Our home. With our son.

Samuel had barely shut the door before Adam sank onto the couch, exhaustion weighing heavy in his shoulders. He hadn’t left my side at the hospital, refusing to sleep unless I did.

Now, with our tiny baby tucked safely in Kai’s arms, I wasn’t sure any of us would ever want to let go.

Kai paced slowly, his fingers gentle as he traced our son’s impossibly small features.

“Still feels surreal, huh?” he murmured, his voice softer than I’d ever heard it.

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