Endless Lies (Lies #6) - Ella Miles Page 0,1

hallway in the direction the doctors are turning her bed.

I jump out of the way.

No one questions my presence here. They are too worried about getting her to surgery.

I watch as they begin to turn the corner with her, and I look back at the boy. I expect him to be staring at her, to be running after her, but he’s gone—vanished.

Strange.

I watch as the doctor uses a badge to get through the doors to the surgery wing.

I glance in the other direction toward the room at the far end where all the commotion was. Nurses and doctors have started to file back out of the room and head back to their usual stations. They all look exhausted but relieved. Whoever was in that room is still alive.

But they are distracted.

I walk purposefully toward them until I knock into one of the women.

“Sorry,” I mutter.

She smiles at me and then turns abruptly when she gets a look at my eyes. She sees the wickedness in the way they gleam at her, and she’s smart enough to know that despite my good looks, she shouldn’t get involved.

I cling her stolen badge in my fingertips and head toward the waiting room.

I don’t know how long it takes to deliver a baby via c-section, but I suspect I have a few minutes. I need the baby alive, so I need to let the doctors do their jobs.

After sucking down coffee and seeing some of the nurses that headed back with Dunn reemerge, I decide the baby must be born.

I walk through the door, quickly scanning the nurse’s badge. Past the surgery door, I see Liesel still lying on the operating table. I notice the boy is looking through a door’s glass on the other side of the room.

Interesting, maybe he’s smarter than I thought.

The boy is focused on the girl, not the baby. He doesn’t see the nurse rolling the baby out of the room and into the hallway.

Here’s my chance.

The woman turns the small incubator, and I gasp at the sight.

There isn’t just one baby.

There are three babies.

Plural.

I glance around, looking for the source of the other babies. Did another woman deliver her babies recently as well?

But they wouldn’t put all three babies together if they weren’t siblings, would they?

The nurse stops when she spots me with my jaw dropped on the floor.

She smiles sweetly at me.

“You must be the father,” she says.

“Uh-huh,” I say back.

“Follow me, and I can take you to a room where you can meet your new babies.”

I don’t move, so the woman walks over to me and takes my hand. “I’m Anne.”

I nod.

Then she’s holding my hand while pushing the cart of three babies.

Three.

Babies.

What the hell am I supposed to do with three?

The woman leads me into a small room.

“Liesel needs to go to recovery first, and then she’ll be brought in, probably in about an hour. I can take the babies to the nursery for you, but I thought you might like a private room to be introduced.”

“The babies—are they…?”

“They are all perfectly healthy. Usually, with triplets, we expect at least one or more to have to spend time in the NICU, but Liesel did an excellent job keeping these babies safe.”

Three babies. I still can’t wrap my head around it.

The woman must be used to shocked dads because my expression doesn’t even phase her.

“Sit down on the bed,” she says.

I don’t know why she wants me to sit on the hospital bed in the room. Maybe she thinks I’m going into shock?

I sit on the edge. “I’m fine, really.”

She smiles, shaking her head. “Get all the way in the bed.”

I frown but do as she says.

I watch as she picks up the first baby and walks over to me, placing the baby in my arms without question. Then she does the same for the second and the third until I’m holding all three babies.

“See? It’s not so hard. You got this, father. You’ve got two strong boys, and your baby girl has one hell of a pair of lungs on her.”

I look down at them—two boys, one girl.

“I’ll leave you alone to get acquainted with your new babies. I’ll be back in twenty minutes to do another health check on them, but press the call button on the bed railing if you need any help.”

And then she’s gone.

My eyes are wide as I look at each of the tiny infants in my arms. All of them are in various states of sleep. Thank god, because