Besides, when did I ever say I wanted to marry into the Griffin family?
I did not want to waste any more time talking to them, so I turned to leave. However, Melanie grabbed my arm.
“What are you doing? Let go!” Devon’s angry voice came from behind me.
Melanie looked at him, startled, and quickly let go of my hand.
“Oh, I didn’t mean it, Eliza.”
I did not miss the fleeting look of triumph in her eyes. She had done it on purpose. But I was not in the mood to argue with her.
Leaning against Devon, I clutched my stomach while sweating profusely. “Take me to the hospital. I think the babies are
coming.”
Panic–stricken, Devon scooped me up and ran toward the garage, throwing a dark glare at the siblings.
“You’d better pray Eliza is okay.”
Not long after I was taken into the delivery room, Reuben and Aden arrived. They glared daggers at Devon but were too anxious to
do much else. They paced back and forth outside.
Inside, I felt like I was dying. The pain was excruciating, and it consumed my entire body. It was not until the epidural kicked in
that I could finally breathe.
When given the choice between natural delivery and a C–section, I did not hesitate to choose the latter. Sure, it might leave a scar,
but I had the money to fix that later.
When I heard the sound of a baby crying, relief washed over me, and I finally passed out.
When I woke up, all three of them were gathered around my bedside. I instinctively touched my now–flat stomach and asked,
“Where are the babies? Boys or girls?”
They scrambled, each holding a baby as they brought them to me. “They’re all healthy–two boys and a girl. The little girl is the
youngest,” one of them said.
Seeing them fussing over the babies like doting fathers, I could not help but tease. “Are you sure you’re each holding your own
child?”
They froze for a moment before Reuben sighed in exasperation.
“None of us have done a paternity test yet, so how would we know? We’re just holding them randomly.”
Aden clutched the little girl protectively and declared, “I don’t care. The baby girl is mine. My family has way too many boys, and we’ve been dying for a girl.”
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Devon rolled his eyes at him. “If I hadn’t been too slow, you wouldn’t have gotten to her. And with your family’s genes, there’s no
way she’s yours. Just enjoy holding her and don’t overthink it.”
During my hospital stay, the parents of all three men came to visit. They were overjoyed at the sight of the babies.
Even though they did not know which child was theirs, it did not diminish their love for them.
The little girl, in particular, was showered with affection, especially by the Larsens. They were convinced she belonged to their
family.
On the day of my discharge, a swarm of reporters surrounded the hospital, with cameras flashing non–stop.
When we got home, I discovered that footage of the three men arguing over the babies outside the delivery room had been leaked online. Netizens quickly recognized their identities, and the story went viral, dominating headlines and trending everywhere.
Although it was swiftly handled by PR, word of the next generation for all three families still spread like wildfire.
After completing my postpartum recovery, I could not stand the scar on my stomach anymore and immediately scheduled
surgery.
Meanwhile, the babies were growing quickly, becoming cuter by the day. Even though they were triplets, each child looked
distinct.
We had not done a paternity test, but their similar features made it easy to guess who each baby’s father was. Not that it mattered
anymore.
The banquet to celebrate the triplets‘ birth was hosted by all three families, and it marked the babies‘ first public appearance. Throughout the event, the triplets did not cry or fuss even once. That was proof enough that they were my kids.
After the banquet, the three men each carried a baby back home with me. Once the babies were asleep, I gave them a pointed
reminder.
“Aren’t you forgetting something?”
Devon’s expression turned cold. “I’ve already started dealing with the Jordans. What are your thoughts on that?”
