Page 46 of Dare to Embrace
Kade grinned. “They’re perfect.”
A warm feeling spread through me. I couldn’t believe I had given birth to three babies. I couldn’t believe I was a mom.
I studied him. Dark circles ringed his eyes. His hair was disheveled, and he seemed as though he needed to get in bed with me. “I guess I should ask you if you’ve recovered. You passed out.”
Never in a million years would I have thought this strong man who carried the weight of the world on his shoulders would get queasy. “Did watching me give birth make you sick?”
He chuckled as his dimples emerged. “Honestly, it was overwhelming watching everything happening. You scared me. I swear you were a second away from dying.”
Rolling my eyes, I grabbed his hand. When I did, an electrical charge zinged up my arm. The man still made my belly flutter even if he looked tired and a bit pale.
He brought my hand to his lips. “You were amazing despite the pain you were in.”
The door opened, and Becca wheeled in the first crib followed by two nurses and the other two cribs.
My heart was beating fast and hard. This was it. I was about to see the tiny humans who’d come out of my body. I’d asked Eleanor how she had carried Kelton, Kross, and Kody. Actually, I had asked her a ton of questions about carrying and raising triplets.
She’d been just as nervous as me when she’d found out she was having three boys. But she’d said it had been the best experience of her life. Raising them had been tiring and tough, and she had wanted to pull her hair out at times, but if she had it to do all over again, she wouldn’t have changed a thing.
Becca lifted up baby number one. “Are you ready to hold your first little girl? She was born first.”
Kade’s face lit up like the northern lights.
The other two nurses positioned the cribs side by side next to my bed then left.
All three babies were wrapped in pink blankets with pink hats on their heads. All were sound asleep too. And they all looked absolutely beautiful.
I couldn’t hold back the tears. The emotions—love, relief, and trepidation—were too strong to reel in, and I didn’t want to hold back anyway. Kade and I had made these three humans, three tiny girls who would be loved and cherished for the rest of their lives.
I peeked at Kade. He had a tear sliding down his face as he left my side to pick up one of our girls. When he did, I cried some more.
Seeing the happiness jumping off him was priceless. That gleam in his copper eyes, the way he cradled her in his arms, the smile that said “I’m a proud father” gave me a chill that would last a lifetime.
He was going to be a fantastic father, and for that, I cried harder as Becca placed our firstborn in my arms.
I blinked several times to dry the tears so I could take in every detail of this tiny human being.
She had a tiny nose and pink lips, and her cheeks were rosy. I ran my finger over her face lightly so I wouldn’t wake her.
“Have you decided on names yet?” Becca asked.
She’d been part of a discussion Kade and I had had a few months ago when she was at the house, checking on me.
I regarded Kade, who was riveted to the baby he was cradling. “We have a few picked out, but we’re not set on specifics yet.”
Kade and I had only decided on one.
He set the baby back in her crib then picked up baby number three.
I wasn’t sure how we would tell them apart.
“Which one was born second?” Kade asked Becca, who was doting on baby number two as she leaned over the crib.
“They have little wristbands on, which you can’t see since they’re wrapped in their blankets, but their information—like weight, size, and time of birth—are on the white printed labels affixed to the each of the cribs,” Becca said through a smile as though she was in love with the babies.
I was sure she was. She would definitely be part of their lives.
Kade rocked back and forth as he stared at the baby in his arms. “She’s so fucking beautiful. They’re all beautiful.”
