“Breathe. It’s all going to be okay,” Doctor Thomas Spellman said to this woman in labor, Leah. Her pulse began dropping, and her condition worsened…
“Please stay! Nurse, what’s happening? Look at me, Leah!” he yelled.
“Doctor Spellman, you need to leave, please,” Dr. Nichols said, escorting him outside of the OR.
When his colleague’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts, something was not right.
“How…how’s Leah?” he asked.
“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.”
As Thomas walked out, he looked up at the bright skies, remembering Leah. “I had promised you I would do my best to help you. I would give your kids a good life, I swear!”
…Thomas kept his word. He went through the long, grueling adoption process and became the legal father of Leah’s three tiny babies.
He raised them as his own — sleepless nights, teething fevers, first steps, scraped knees, birthday parties. He never hid Leah’s story from them, always speaking of their mother with warmth and love.
Five years later, while the kids were playing in the yard, a stranger appeared at the fence. He was tall, unshaven, with tears in his eyes.
“I’m… their father,” the man said, voice breaking. He explained he hadn’t known Leah was pregnant — they had broken up before she discovered it, and no one had contacted him after her death. He’d only just learned about the triplets.
Thomas stood frozen. The kids ran up, calling, “Daddy!” and clung to his legs. He realized that this man might share their blood, but he was the one who had been there for every moment.
What happened next would change all of their lives — because Thomas had to decide whether to fight to keep them… or open the door to their past.
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