Pregnant Too Young Daddy Is A Billionaire Jock

Chapter 38 Maddox

The last few days have been insanely hard, tiring, and traumatic for Michelle and me. We found out one of our baby boys had stopped growing normally in the womb. Then the water also broke, and a c-section was needed.

But the troubles didn’t end there. Our twins were delivered at thirty-four weeks old, considered moderate to late preterm. Their lungs were not fully ready, and both were sent to the NICU immediately to be watched around the clock.

It broke Michelle’s heart to not have the sweet skin-to-skin time, but we did what was best for the boys.

Yet the worst part was yet to come.

The doctor said one had a more substantial chance than the other to survive. It meant we were still on our toes. We barely slept. Michelle was crying, and then, after five days in NICU, we were allowed to bring our boys home.

We are at home now, day two, and I’m exhausted. I want Michelle to sleep, but I also want to sleep. Which is impossible. Preterm babies don’t always ask for milk. Our little wonders must be woken up and fed AT LEAST every three hours.

If we let them sleep, they get too tired to eat, and it starts a vicious cycle of sleeping too much…

Sighing to myself, I smile when looking down at the twin babies in their bed. They are sharing the same one. Cute and innocent, but damn, I wish I could just sleep for one day.

Other people can probably call their parents to help with twins, but Michelle’s parents are both alcoholists. They are deep in it, and their apartment stinks.

And my mother? I’m not letting her back into my life since she won’t stop trying to kick Michelle out of it.

Suddenly, there is a knock on the door. Fear grips me, and I look down at the babies, relieved to see they are still sleeping. Phew. No crying and no screaming.

I head to the door, opening it to see Robin and Jason standing there with huge backpacks. I blink in surprise. “What are you guys doing here?” Immediately, Jason presses the ugliest stitched blanket I’ve ever seen to my chest. It looks ancient.

I lift a questioning eyebrow, and Jason sighs in irritation as if just assuming I should understand why he gave it to me.

“My nana gave me that blanket. It’s been passed down for generations, and you only get to borrow it. The scent is supposedly soothing. Do not wash it, or I will beat your ass.” 1 I lack words. “Uhhh… Thank you?”

messing with me? He must be. It can’t be

shoulder. “My nana’s sandal–la chancla. It taught me a

kids!” “You don’t

out. “I ain’t smelling

his teeth in a glittering smile. “Oh, so you don’t want the twenty years

Fuck

use

I almost pass out. The thing smells worse than old diapers. I’m not joking. My whole system is ready to crash. My entire life flashes by my eyes, but I manage to stand by some miracle. My eyes, however, are stinging with tears. “Oh-my-god…” I

Jason says. “But he is busy with family things, so it’s just us… Anyway, show Maddox the gifts

Casanova. He smiles, and then he hands me a bottle of expensive

What are

Robin. Nothing comes to me no matter how long I stand there, thinking of a reaction. It gives Robin room to smile brighter at me since he now seems to believe I appreciate

thank me for handing them that. It will give them an

Fucking hell.

than two weeks old! They

takes something up from his pocket. “Also this, brah. My

need it

at him. “What the fuck are they gonna do with

shrugs. “Have

send my friends

Jason and Robin’s

She fits there perfectly, right by my side. Good,

guys,” Michelle smiles at both Robin and Jason. “To what do we owe the pleasure?” The

steps forward, opening his

you out, so I figured it might be appreciated if we came around to help. And don’t worry. I have experience with babies. I come

quivering when she speaks. “That’s so nice of