Doctor Spellman adopted and raised his sister’s triplets after she passed away during childbirth. But five years later, his life was turned upside down when the triplets’ bio father showed up to reclaim the children. “Breathe, breathe.
It’s all going to be okay,” Thomas gently told his sister, marching alongside her while she was being carried to the operation room on a gurney. Leah’s sweaty brows furrowed as she tried to take a deep breath. “You’re… You’re the best older brother I could ask God for, Thomas,” she whispered as they entered the OR.
Leah had gone into labor at only 36 weeks of pregnancy, and the doctors had suggested performing a C-section. But soon after delivering the first baby, Leah’s pulse began dropping, and her condition worsened…
“Leah, please stay with me! Nurse, what’s happening?
Look at me, Leah! Look at me,” Thomas cried, his palms wrapped around his sister’s hand. “Doctor Spellman, you need to leave, please,” Dr.
Nichols said, escorting him outside. Then the doors of the OR were slammed shut. Thomas sank onto one of the chairs in the waiting area, his tears not stopping.
He could still smell his sister’s scent on his palms. He buried his face in his hands, hoping it would all be fine soon. But when a doctor’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts, he could tell something was not right.
“Doctor…how…how’s Leah?” he asked, jumping to his feet. “We’re sorry, Thomas,” Dr. Nichols said remorsefully.
“We tried our best, but we couldn’t stop the bleeding. The children are safe and have been placed in the NICU.”
Thomas sank back onto the chair, unable to process the news of his sister’s death. Leah had been so excited to hold her little angels, cradle them, and give them only the best.
How could God be so cruel and take her away so soon? What am I going to do now?” Thomas thought disappointedly when a voice boomed in the hallway. “Where the hell is she?!
She thought she could deliver the kids, and I wouldn’t know?”
Thomas’s rage knew no bounds when he saw his sister’s ex-boyfriend, Joe, storming into the hospital. “Where is your sister?” Joe growled. Thomas grabbed the man’s collar and pinned him to the wall.
“Now you’re interested in where she is, huh? Where were you when she spent a night on the streets because of a lowlife like you? And where were you, Joe, when she collapsed four hours ago?
She’s dead! My sister…she didn’t even survive to see her kids!”
“Where are my children? I want to see them!” Joe screamed, yanking away Thomas’s arms.
“Don’t you even dare talk about them, Joe! Get out of my hospital, or I will call security!” Thomas warned him. “OUT!”
“I’m leaving now, but I’m going to get my children back, Thomas!
You can’t take them away from me,” Joe shot back as he disappeared away from the hallway. For the sake of his three little nephews, Thomas decided he couldn’t just sit and mourn his sister’s loss. He was all his nephews had, and he would do anything to ensure the children didn’t grow up under their alcoholic father’s care.
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