Page 123 of Power Play Daddies

The contractions are coming fast and furious now, and I’m so fucking scared. My heart is pounding, and I can barely hear anything over the roar of the pain.

“Daisy, I need you to push,” the doctor says, her voice calm but commanding.

I don’t want to. I don’t want to do anything but scream. But I know I don’t have a choice. So, I do it. I push.

The next few minutes are a blur of pain, pressure, and chaos. Kieran’s hand is still in mine, steadying me, but everything else feels like it’s spinning out of control.

I push again, harder this time. And then I hear it. A baby’s cry.

My heart jumps, relief flooding through me. But I’m not done yet. There’s another one coming.

“Just one more, Daisy,” the doctor says, her voice urgent. “You’ve got this. Push.”

I brace myself, feeling the pressure building. I’m running on pure instinct now, no time for fear, no time for doubt.

One more push.

And then, another cry.

The sound of it fills the room, and I collapse back against the pillows, gasping for air. Kieran’s right beside me, holding me steady as the nurses take the babies away to check on them.

Beau’s eyes are wide as he watches, his face pale. But then his eyes lock on mine, and a single tear slides down his cheek.

“Daisy…” he whispers. “They’re here. They’re really here.”

The nurse comes back with both babies in her arms, one in each. “You did great,” she says, smiling at me. “They’re healthy but small. Two beautiful boys.”

I look down at the two tiny bundles in her arms, and my heart swells. My sons. I never imagined it would happen this way, but they’re mine. They’re real.

“They’re perfect,” I say, my voice thick with emotion.

The nurse places one baby in Beau’s arms, and he looks at him like he’s seeing the world for the first time. His face softens, the tough exterior cracking for just a moment.

“Hey there, little guy,” he says, his voice rough.

I watch, unable to tear my eyes away. Then the nurse hands me the other baby, and I hold him close, my chest tightening.

He’s so small, so fragile. I can barely believe this is happening.

“They’re beautiful, Daisy,” Kieran says, his voice low, his eyes on the baby in my arms. “You did good. You did so good.”

I can’t stop the tears. They spill down my face as I look at the two perfect little boys I’ve just brought into the world. “What are we going to do now?” I say, my voice shaky.

Beau looks at me, still holding his son. “We take care of them. We take care of you, Daisy. And we’ll do it together.”

“They will have to stay here for a while,” the nurse is saying as she continues to clean up, and verify vitals, and make notes. “When they’re this early, there can be complications.

My heart cramps in my chest. “Are they going to be okay?” I ask in a small voice.

The nurse places a hand on my shoulder reassuringly. “We have twin births here all the time. You three will be in great hands.”

That’s not a yes or a no. I hate that. It makes me feel panicky.

“It’s more like the six of us now,” Beau says to me, kissing my forehead.

“Yeah,” Mason says, his voice full of emotion as he stands by the door, leaning against the frame. “We’re in this together, no matter what.”

Uncle Ace is standing at the door now too, a silent presence. He walks over, looking at the babies, and then at me.