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?”

“Very important.” My eves narrow. Is Jason messing with me? He must be. It can’t be normal

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

I roar at him. “Are you mad?! I’m not hitting my fucking kids!” “You don’t hit them with the sandal,” Jason

beyond freaked out. “I ain’t smelling your nana’s old fucking

glittering smile. “Oh, so you don’t want

Fuck

use

but I manage to stand by some miracle. My eyes, however, are stinging with tears. “Oh-my-god…” I blink repeatedly. “That’s disgusting.” 1 Jason snorts. “Glad you like it,” he turns around, motioning for Robin to come forward.” Robin brought

had come,” Jason says. “But he is busy with family things, so it’s

smiles, and then he hands me a bottle

Do I stink or something? What are my babies going to do

to me no matter how long I stand there, thinking of a reaction. It gives Robin

my favorite one,” Robin informs me. “The boys will thank me for

Fucking hell.

old! They aren’t about to date

and takes something up from his pocket.

They need it more

the fuck are they gonna do with

“Have

should send my friends straight back to the planet they came

that Jason and

her under my arm. She fits there

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

steps forward, opening his

to help you out, so I figured it might be appreciated if we came around

looks close to crying. Her lips are quivering when she speaks. “That’s so nice of you two! We were actually going to make one of