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“I know.” I groan and cover my face. “Nothing sounds right, and I only get one shot at this because I’m not doing this again, so they have to be perfect. We’ll know what they’re names are when we hold them.”

“Noah Jr.?”

I shake my head. “No. He doesn’t want a junior.”

“Well, I think little miss would make a fine Elle Jr.”

I laugh hard and have to hold my stomach to keep it in place. “Of course you would.”

My sister shrugs.

“You could go all out with Elle Paige.”

“I could or I could take a page out of Breaking Dawn and do something like Joskate.”

Elle laughs. “No, LynJo.”

“Okay, then one of the boys could be Pagison.”

Neither of us can hold our laughter and it only gets worse when I yell, “I gotta pee!” Our mom and Josie come running. I don’t need both of them to help me, but Josie is used to doing it and I know my mom wants to be the one.

When I come back, Elle’s eyes are closed. Mom helps me into my spot and adjusts my pillows. She kisses my forehead and then tells the babies she loves them.

“Soon you can say it to them.”

“I know I can’t wait,” she says as she moves my hair away from face. “Sleep now because you’re going to need it. I love you.”

“Love you, too.”

When I returned to Beaumont to live, doing so put me in a conundrum with my obstetrician. With Dr. Ringman being in California I would have to find a new one in Beaumont or somehow make it back there to deliver the triplets. With Nick’s help, I found a new one and I love her to pieces.

While the sun still sleeps, Dr. Harmon greets us at the entrance of the hospital. I’m in a wheelchair and hate it, but the weight of the babies hurts my hips and it’s painful to walk. Noah offers to carry me however I don’t need him straining a muscle and missing more time than he is now.

The saving grace when it comes to having triplets is I’m being induced. This means we were able to choose a date that coincides with Noah’s schedule. Luckily for us, he’s off for a few days due to the holiday and when he returns to Portland, he’ll be a dad.

Sounds like a damn good few days off to me.

“Good morning, Peyton. Noah.” Dr. Harmon leans to the side slightly. “And the rest of their family.”

Yes, I’m the one who comes to the hospital with my family in tow. I don’t know why I thought Noah and I would do this by ourselves. What a silly notion, especially with the family we have.

We follow Dr. Harmon down the corridor and into the elevator. Not everyone can fit so they take another elevator. Noah’s behind me, with my parents on each of my sides, while Elle rests against the wall with her ever growing belly taking up space. I’m thankful Ben said he’d come later. I worry about him getting enough rest with the lifestyle Elle keeps. I told Elle she didn’t have to come. Noah would call her after I had the babies and could have visitors, but she insisted. It’s the same with my grandpa and Bianca. They’re here so they don’t have to wait for news on their first great grandchildren.

Somehow, the rest of our family beats us to the floor. I think about making a fat joke, but Elle’s cranky in the morning and I don’t want to hear it from her.

Dr. Harmon leads us to my room. It’s private and something Noah stressed we needed. I’m not certain but I think either Liam, my dad, or the band donated money to this wing because they didn’t make a fuss when my husband made the request.

We get to the end of the hall and Dr. Harmon stops. “The private waiting room is here,” she says as she points into a room. And the guard will stand here.”

“Guard?” I question.

“Just so we have privacy, Peyton,” Liam says.

I understand, but then I don’t. We’re in Beaumont. No one should bother us here.

“I’m going to take Peyton, get her changed, and go over the procedure with her and Noah, and then you may come in,” she says as she looks at me. “If Peyton wants you in there.”

“See that, I’m in charge.”

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