Hell Hath no fury like a billionaire's Ex
Chapter 125: Bundles of Joy

Chapter 125: Bundles of Joy

Diane’s POV

The car ride to Memorial Hospital felt both endless and too short at the same time. Each contraction that gripped my body seemed to last an eternity, while the minutes between them flew by in a blur of worried voices and the steady hum of the engine.

Noah’s hand never left mine, his thumb tracing soothing circles on my palm as my father drove with the focused intensity of a man on a mission.

"Please call Joan," I managed to gasp between contractions, fumbling for my phone with shaking hands. "And Doctor Chen. Please, Noah."

Without hesitation, Noah took my phone and dialed Joan’s number first. I could hear the panic in his voice as he explained the situation, his words coming out in a rush. "Joan, we’re on our way to Memorial Hospital. Diane’s in labor. Yes, now. Can you meet us there?"

The next call was to Doctor Chen, my obstetrician who had become like family over these past months. Her calm, reassuring voice came through the speaker, immediately easing some of my anxiety. "I’m already at the hospital," she said. "I’ll be waiting for you. Everything is going to be fine, Diane."

My father’s voice cut through the car as he spoke into his own phone, his tone urgent but controlled. "Helena, you need to get to Memorial Hospital immediately. Diane’s having the babies. Yes, now. Call Sophie too."

The mention of my mother and sister brought tears to my eyes, though I couldn’t tell if they were from emotion or pain. My family was rallying around me, just as they always had when I needed them most.

When we finally pulled up to the hospital’s emergency entrance, everything became a whirlwind of motion. Noah and my father helped me out of the car as a nurse appeared with a wheelchair, her practiced efficiency immediately taking charge of the situation.

"Okay, mama, let’s get you inside," she said with a warm smile that somehow managed to cut through my panic. "We’re going to take good care of you and those babies."

As they wheeled me through the automatic doors, I heard Noah and my father’s footsteps behind us, their voices overlapping as they tried to follow us into the delivery ward.

"I’m sorry, gentlemen, but you’ll need to wait here for now," a nurse said firmly but kindly. "We need to get her settled first."

I turned to see the stricken looks on both their faces, Noah’s hand reaching out toward me before being gently guided back.

"Noah!" I called out, panic creeping into my voice at the thought of being separated from him.

Doctor Chen appeared at that moment, her familiar face a beacon of calm in the chaos. She placed a reassuring hand on Noah’s shoulder and another on my father’s.

"They’re going to be just fine," she told them with the authority of someone who had delivered hundreds of babies. "I promise you, I’ll take excellent care of them. Just give us a little time to get everything ready."

Then they were wheeling me into the delivery room, and the real work began. Dr. Chen and her team moved with practiced efficiency, hooking me up to monitors and checking my vital signs. Through the haze of pain, I could hear their voices, calm and professional.

"Let’s see how far along we are," Dr. Chen said gently, positioning herself for an examination. I gripped the bed rails as another contraction hit, trying to breathe through the intensity of it.

"Four centimeters dilated," she announced to the nurse. "We’ve got some time yet. Diane, you’re doing beautifully. Just keep breathing through each contraction."

The pain was unlike anything I had ever experienced, waves of intensity that seemed to consume my entire being. But through it all, Doctor Chen was there, her presence both professional and deeply personal.

I watched through the haze of contractions as she stepped out several times, and I knew she was updating my family, keeping them calm while I focused on the monumental task ahead.

"Diane," Doctor Chen said during one of her returns, settling into the chair beside my bed. "I want you to know that everyone is here for you. Your parents, Noah, Joan, even your sister Sophie are all here. You have so much love surrounding you right now."

The tears came then, hot and overwhelming, mixing pain with profound gratitude. Through all the betrayal and heartbreak of the past months, my family had stood by me. They were here for the most important moment of my life.

As I turned toward the window, trying to find something to focus on through the pain, I caught a glimpse of a figure outside. My heart skipped a beat...it looked like someone familiar.

But when I blinked and looked again, there was no one there. Maybe it was just my mind playing tricks on me, or maybe he had come and then thought better of it. Either way, he wasn’t here now, and that was what mattered.

"Doctor Chen," I said during a brief respite between contractions, "could Noah come in? Just for a little while? I need him here."

She smiled, the kind of understanding smile that spoke of years of helping women through this journey. "Of course, sweetheart. Let me go get him."

When Noah walked through the door, his face was a mixture of worry, love, and awe. He looked pale, clearly affected by seeing me in pain, but his presence immediately calmed something deep inside me.

"Hey, beautiful," he said softly, settling into the chair beside my bed. His hands were gentle as he smoothed my hair back from my sweaty forehead. "You’re doing so amazingly well."

I could only stare at him, overwhelmed by emotion. Here was this man who had chosen to love me, to love my children, to stand by us when the biological father had abandoned us. His hands were warm and steady as he held mine, his voice a constant source of comfort.

"I can’t stand seeing you in so much pain," he whispered, his voice breaking slightly. "But you’re going to be such an incredible mother. These babies are so lucky to have you."

The tears that had been threatening spilled over completely then. "Noah," I managed to say through the emotion and pain.

He leaned down and kissed my forehead, then my hand. "I’m going to step out for just a bit to let the doctors work, but I’ll be right back. I promise."

After Noah left, time seemed to blur together. The contractions grew stronger and closer together, and Doctor Chen’s visits became more frequent. Finally, during one examination, her face lit up with satisfaction.

"Alright, Diane, you’re fully dilated. It’s time to meet your babies."

The delivery room suddenly filled with activity as nurses prepared equipment and Doctor Chen took her position. "When I tell you to push, I want you to give it everything you’ve got," she instructed.

The first push was overwhelming, every muscle in my body working toward one goal. "Again," Doctor Chen encouraged. "Excellent! I can see the head. One more push like that."

"When the next contraction comes, I want you to push as hard as you can," Dr. Chen instructed, positioning herself at the foot of the bed.

I gathered every bit of energy I had left and pushed again, feeling something shift and change inside me. "One more big push," Doctor Chen called out.

And then, suddenly, there was a sound that stopped my heart and restarted it all at once...

"The cry of my baby."

"It’s a girl!" Doctor Chen announced, her voice filled with joy. "She’s beautiful!"

But even as I felt overwhelming relief and joy, my vision began to blur. The exertion and emotion were taking their toll, and I felt myself growing weak. Doctor Chen’s voice became urgent as she worked to keep me conscious, and gradually, the world came back into focus.

"Stay with us, Diane," she said firmly. "We still have one more to go."

The second baby proved more challenging, and I could sense the tension in the room as the medical team worked. But finally, after what felt like hours, another cry filled the air.

"And it’s a boy!" Doctor Chen announced triumphantly.

His cry was different from his sister’s...deeper, more indignant, as if he was protesting being disturbed.

"You did it, Diane. You have two beautiful, healthy babies."

They placed both babies on my chest, and despite my exhaustion, I felt a surge of energy and love unlike anything I had ever experienced. They were perfect...tiny, wrinkled, and absolutely perfect. I kissed each of their heads, breathing in their sweet newborn scent.

"Hello, my loves," I whispered. "Mommy’s here."

After the nurses had cleaned and weighed the babies and helped me get settled, they wheeled me to a private room where I could rest and recover. A few hours later, Doctor Chen appeared at my door with a group of people I loved more than life itself.

The door opened, and my heart swelled as I saw them all...Joan with her brilliant smile, my mother with tears in her eyes, my father looking proud and emotional, Noah carrying a look of pure adoration, and Sophie practically bouncing with excitement.

Sophie had brought customized balloons that read "Welcome to the World" along with a beautiful arrangement of pink and blue flowers. Joan carried gift bags that were clearly overflowing with baby items, and my mother had a large bag that I knew would be filled with carefully chosen baby clothes and necessities.

"Oh, sweetheart," my mother said, immediately coming to my bedside. "They’re absolutely perfect."

The congratulations came from all sides, but it was Noah’s words that moved me most. "You were incredible," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "Absolutely incredible."

Then he grinned, and I saw a hint of his playful side returning. "You know, that family dinner we planned...where I was supposed to officially meet everyone? I think the babies decided they didn’t want to wait. They wanted to crash the party."

Laughter filled the room, and I felt my heart expand with happiness. This was my family...chosen and biological, all gathered around to celebrate these new lives.

"So," Sophie said, settling into a chair with her eyes bright with curiosity, "have you thought about names? Please tell me you have something better than Baby A and Baby B."

More laughter rippled through the room as everyone began offering suggestions.

"Dylan and Danielle," my mother suggested. "They sound strong."

"What about Emma and Ethan?" Joan offered.

"I like Dylan and Danielle," I said finally, looking down at the two perfect faces. "Dylan for my little boy, and Danielle for my little girl."

"Dylan and Danielle it is," Noah said, and I could hear the love in his voice as he spoke their names.

Just then, Joan’s phone rang. She glanced at the caller ID and her face lit up in a way that told me exactly who was calling.

"It’s Henry," she said, stepping slightly away from the group to answer. "Hello?"

We all watched as her expression grew more and more excited during the call. When she hung up, she was practically glowing.

"That was Henry Reynolds," she announced. "He’s been working with a high-class attorney in Panama, and they’ve obtained a court order to freeze all of Liam’s offshore accounts and assets. The notification should be reaching him any moment now."

The room erupted in cheers and congratulations, and I felt a deep sense of justice and completion. While I was bringing new life into the world, Liam’s carefully constructed house of cards was finally collapsing.

As I looked around at my family—my parents, my sister, Joan, Noah, and my two perfect babies—I realized that this was what victory really looked like. Not revenge or retribution, but love, family, and new beginnings.

Dylan and Danielle stirred in my arms, and I smiled down at them.

"Welcome to your family, little ones," I whispered. "You’re going to be so loved."

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