CHAPTER 4

Fate’s Unexpected Gifts

Jane’s POV

“Honestly, I have no idea what to do,” I answered honestly, my voice tinged with uncertainty.

Sarah's brows furrowed in concern as she reached out to hold my hand. 

"Jake and I would be by your side at each step of the way, but you know at some point we'll have to tell the father," she said gently.

My mind raced with apprehension. What if Jaxson didn't want anything to do with the baby? What if he rejected the idea of fatherhood altogether? The weight of those questions hung heavily in the air, casting a shadow over any sense of hope or stability I had left.

“What if he doesn’t want it?” I said; my voice barely above a whisper, my fears lay bare. 

“Why wouldn’t he? If he was willing to stick it into you, then he should be willing to raise the babies,” Sarah replied, sounding rather upset.

I flinched at her blunt response, feeling a surge of discomfort ripple through me. The truth was I didn't truly know Jaxson or what he wanted. Our connection had been a fleeting moment, lost in the haze of a drunken night. The uncertainty gnawed at my conscience, reminding me of the tangled mess I had found myself in.

Sensing my unease, Sarah quickly apologized, her tone softening. There was a heavy silence that lingered between us, pregnant with unspoken thoughts and emotions. Sarah broke the silence, her voice filled with determination.

"We need to take this step by step," she said, her gaze steady. "

“First, we'll figure out how to navigate your pregnancy and support you. Then, we can address the situation with Jaxson. But Jane, you need to tell your parents about the baby. They deserve to know, regardless of how Jaxson responds to the situation."

“I can’t let him know, Sarah. I can’t let a man I hardly know raise my child. I admit I made a drunken mistake by sleeping with a stranger but what if he decides to take it to court and gets custody of the child. I might never get to see my kid again. I just want to be able to raise my kid all by myself,” I answered.

Sarah's expression softened and she gave my hand a reassuring squeeze. 

"You won’t be alone Janie; Jacob and I would be with you every step of the way. We'll navigate this together, no matter what happens."

With her unwavering support, a flicker of hope ignited within me. Perhaps I could find the strength to overcome the obstacles that lay ahead. But little did we know that the challenges we had faced so far were merely the tip of the iceberg.

As days turned into weeks, my belly grew rounder, mirroring the weight of the secrets I carried. Sarah and Jake stood by my side, offering unwavering support and love. Together, we navigated the whirlwind of doctor's appointments, pregnancy preparations, and the looming task of informing my parents.

Finally I decided to tell my parents and just as I had expected, they were disappointed but then they forgave me and decided to support me and my unborn child. My due date drew very close and I couldn’t wait to hold my baby in my arms.

Few weeks to my delivery day, Sarah, Jacob and my parents threw a surprise gender reveal party. I almost fainted when I found out I was having triplets – two boys and one girl. That day, I received lots of gifts from my parents and my friends. Finally, the day to push my babies out into the world came.

I was rushed to the hospital and Sarah, Jacob and my parents were there to support me. Only my mum was allowed to go into the delivery room with me. After my first child was pulled out, the doctors said I couldn’t push further so they decided to carry out a caesarean session on me so I was drugged to sleep.

I opened my eyes and the blinding lights from the ceiling pierced my eyes. I shut my eyes immediately and slowly opened it again after some seconds. I tried to look around and I noticed the closet people in my life were in the same room with me: mum, dad, Sarah and Jake.

“She’s awake,” I heard Jake say.

They all turned to face me; they all had excited looks on their faces.

“How do you feel honey?” Dad asked me.

“I feel tired and worn-out but at the same time I feel like a big load has been taken off me,” I answered and everyone laughed.

I looked behind them, scanning the room.

“Where are my babies?” I asked finally. 

“They’re in the babies’ ward. You’ll see them shortly but the doctor recommended that you should rest well because of the operation you had,” Mum answered.

“Okay,” I replied.

I asked to eat something solid but I was told that my tummy was still healing so all I could have was some soup. I groaned because I was craving some McDonald’s burger and chips. Mum ordered the soup and fed me.

I spent a few more days in the hospital and I got to see my babies. They were so cute and beautiful and I could only thank Jaxson’s genes for that. Finally after the fifth day, I was released to go home and I went with my babies to my parents’ house so they could help with the babies as I had no idea how to care for babies but mum and dad were very good at it. 

I had three siblings but they all passed away during a tragic car accident which broke mum and dad’s spirits but ever since they found out that I was carrying triplets, they felt like my late siblings were coming back to them so they took extra care of me.

And now that I have been delivered of my babies, I knew mum and dad were going to take really good care of my babies. After getting home, I took enough rest against my wish. Mum and Dad practically forced me to take more rest even when I told them I was better.

For two weeks, I could not do anything around the house and I was treated just like a baby but I didn’t complain. I kind of liked it.