Desired By Three Alphas; Fated To One novel Chapter 147

Chapter 147: Birth

Hailee’s POV

I pushed down with everything left in me, a scream tearing from my throat. And then—relief. A soft cry filled the chamber.

The midwife lifted the first pup into the lantern light. "A son," she breathed, wrapping him gently before placing him against my chest. My arms shook as I held him close, staring through tears. His hair was red like mine, his eyes blinking open—green, bright and fierce, like embers in the dark. Those were Nathan’s eyes.

"My boy," I whispered, pressing a trembling kiss to his damp forehead.

But the next labour came fast, pulling another scream out of me. I clutched Frederick’s hand, his cool grip comforting me as I pushed again. The room blurred with heat and pain until another cry split the air.

The second son. His tiny body was placed into the midwife’s arms, then lowered into mine. His hair was the same deep red as mine, soft and warm. When his eyes blinked open, they were a clear, shining sea-blue. My breath caught. Those were Callum’s eyes.

Tears slid down my cheeks as I kissed him too, my lips shaking. "Perfect... so perfect."

And then—the third. My body convulsed, weak but determined, Frederick whispering in my ear, "One more, Hailee. Just one more."

I screamed, pushed, until my chest felt like it would break. And then—the smallest, sharpest cry of all filled the room.

The midwife gasped, holding him up. His hair glistened red like fire, catching the lantern’s glow. His eyes, when they opened, were deep brown, steady and solemn even in their newborn haze.

Those were Dane’s eyes.

The healer’s hands trembled as she stepped closer, staring. "They are so unique."

I gathered all three of them into my arms, my body trembling, my tears spilling freely. Frederick leaned over, his cold hand steady on my shoulder, his eyes never leaving the faces of the babes.

Red hair, like mine.

Green eyes, like Nathan.

Sea-blue eyes, like Callum.

Brown eyes, like Dane.

Each son carried the striking resemblance of the men I loved. It was as if I was holding the young versions of them.

Frederick hovered close, silent, his hand steady on my shoulder. His eyes burned with something I couldn’t name—something softer than I’d ever seen in him.

"Frederick..." My voice was hoarse, broken from the hours of screaming, but steady enough. "Name them."

He stiffened, his gaze snapping to mine. "No." His tone was sharp, shocked. "They are not mine to name."

I shook my head, cradling the boys closer. "You are the reason they’re alive. You are the reason I am alive. If not for you..." My throat tightened, my voice breaking. "We wouldn’t be here. That’s more than enough."

His lips pressed into a hard line, his eyes narrowing like he was fighting something deep inside. "Hailee..."

"You’re their godfather," I whispered, my voice firmer now. "That’s what you are, whether you want it or not. You stood for me when no one else could. You protected me when even death came close. Please... name them."

Silence stretched between us. His chest rose and fell slowly, as if he were weighing the weight of my words. Finally, his hand brushed the crown of the first babe’s tiny red head.

"The first," he said quietly, his voice low and careful. "Oscar."

I smiled through my tears, kissing my son’s forehead. "Oscar," I repeated softly, the name fitting like it had been waiting for him all along.

Frederick’s cool fingers drifted to the second boy, whose sea-blue eyes blinked drowsily up at him. "The second," Frederick murmured, his smile widening. "Oliver."

"Oliver," I whispered, pressing my lips to his soft cheek. His tiny fingers curled against me as if claiming the name.

Frederick hesitated with the last, his hand lingering just above the babe’s chest. His voice came quieter, almost reverent. "And the third... Ozzy."

A sob caught in my throat. I gathered them tighter to me, repeating the names like a prayer. "Oscar... Oliver... Ozzy."

My sons. My heart. My everything. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

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