Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 488: Keeping Away

Olivia’s POV

Six months had passed.

The morning sun spilled through the open window, casting a soft glow across the room. The midwife adjusted her glasses and smiled down at me, her hands resting gently on my swollen belly.

" You should be ready, dear," she said warmly. "The babies will come any day now, maybe within the week."

Yes, babies. Three of them. The first time I saw the scan, I couldn’t believe it. Triplets, just like them. The irony wasn’t lost on me. It felt like fate had its own cruel way of reminding me what I’d lost and what I still carried.

I smiled weakly and nodded, though deep down I was terrified. Everyone kept assuring me I was strong, that my body could handle it, but I couldn’t shake the worry. Every kick, every flutter reminded me of Lennox and the family we could’ve had if things had been different.

The door opened quietly. I didn’t need to look up to know it was Levi. His scent filled the room, but beneath it, faintly, I caught something else—Lennox’s scent. My chest tightened, my curiosity piqued He smiled gently and sat beside me. "How are you feeling?"

I forced a small smile. "Huge," I said, trying to joke, though my voice came out shaky. "And tired."

He chuckled softly. "You’re doing amazing."

For a few moments, we just sat in silence. But the question pressed at my tongue, refusing to stay buried any longer.

"How’s Lennox?" I finally asked.

slightly, but he recovered quickly.

his face.

looked down, his hand tightening slightly

sank. I looked away, blinking back the sting in my eyes. "I just wish I could see him," I whispered. "Maybe if I could be there... maybe

Levi said gently, but there was that edge in

that before," I cut in softly. "You always say I can’t.

and rubbed his forehead. "Because

when is the right time, Levi? I

didn’t answer. He just looked at me with those sad, guilty eyes, the same ones he’d worn for

with authority. His gaze moved from Levi to

on here?" he

Lennox," I

said he knew exactly how this conversation had gone. Then he walked over to me, his voice gentle, like he was talking to a little girl. "Olivia, you need

"So,

then crouched beside my bed so he could look me in the eye. "Listen to me," he said. "Once you give birth and recover, I’ll personally

My heart jumped. "Really?"

be strong

months, a small spark of hope flickered inside me. "Okay," I whispered. "I’ll

reached out and gently squeezed my hand. "That’s my girl. Just a little

wanted to trust that Lennox was still

stomach, rubbing it softly. The babies kicked, as if responding to