My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge
Chapter 294: Twins

Chapter 294: Twins

The sterile hallway led them to the neonatal unit, where the air was thick with quiet beeping monitors and the muffled sounds of nurses moving like whispers between glass cribs. Through the window, Cammy and Sarah saw the two infants—clean, warm, and wrapped in soft pink blankets. Tiny oxygen tubes were fitted to their noses, and two nurses gently fed them from bottles.

"You must be from the orphanage?" a soft-spoken resident doctor asked as she approached.

Sarah stepped forward. "Yes. How are they?"

"We’ve administered the first round of antibiotics per Dr. Ballister’s orders. Their chest x-rays are unclear, so we’ll monitor their lungs closely. The next 24 hours are critical, but they’re stable for now. You can breathe a little easier. They’re in good hands."

"They’ll stay here for how long?" Cammy asked.

"Depends on their progress. It can be 24 hours up or a week. For now, you can visit them during NICU hours. I assure you they’re in good hands."

Cammy, Sarah, Hanna, and the volunteer stood quietly at the glass, watching the babies finish their bottles, their tiny eyelids fluttering closed.

"They look so peaceful now," Hanna whispered, voice thick with emotion. "I’ll go grab something to eat or drink for everyone—it’s almost lunch."

Cammy nodded. "Good idea. Let’s head down to the cafeteria after—"

"Cammy!"

A voice ripped down the corridor like a gust of wind. Cammy turned with a jolt.

"Greg?" she exclaimed in shock.

Greg was running toward her, breathless, eyes wide with panic. He grabbed her shoulders, scanning her face as if checking for wounds.

"Are you okay? What happened? Why the hell didn’t you answer your phone? The police tracked your GPS to the hospital—they called me! I thought something happened to you or the baby!"

Cammy’s eyes widened. "Oh, God—my phone! I left my bag in the car."

She turned to Hanna. "Please call the officers assigned to me and explain what happened—and grab my bag too?"

Hanna gave a nod and a reassuring smile. "Consider it done. We’ll wait for you in the cafeteria?"

"Yes, please. Let me calm down my overprotective husband," Cammy said, chuckling. The others laughed softly as they walked away.

Once alone, Greg pulled her into his arms, holding her close. "Seriously, Cam. Are you okay? Are you in pain? Why the hospital? What happened?"

Cammy smiled, then gently looped her arm around his waist and turned him toward the NICU window. She pointed toward the two sleeping newborns.

Greg followed her gaze—and froze.

Inside, wrapped in pink blankets, the two baby girls lay peacefully under gentle monitoring. Tiny chests rising and falling. Nebulizers humming beside them. Fragile, perfect... abandoned.

"They were left by the roadside," Cammy said softly. "Just hours old. Their umbilical cords were still attached. A kind couple found them and brought them to the orphanage, but there was no room. No supplies. No funds. They were sick. I couldn’t leave them there, Greg... I couldn’t. So I brought them here, had them admitted, and I’m covering all their expenses."

She smiled, eyes brimming with tears. "Look at them now. Clean. Safe. Sleeping like angels. Aren’t they beautiful?"

She leaned her head gently against his arm, her voice barely above a whisper.

Greg swallowed hard. His chest tightened at the sight of the babies—and at the look in Cammy’s eyes. He knew that look. It was the same look she had when she talked about building a family. A silent plea. A silent dream.

And then he asked the question that had been building inside him since she pointed to the window.

"Cammy... do you want to adopt them?"

Cammy froze.

Her head snapped up to look at him. Her mouth parted, but no words came out. Her eyes welled over as she covered her mouth with both hands in shock. Tears spilled freely as she stared at him, trembling.

"Greg..." she choked out, her voice barely a whisper. "Do you mean that?"

He nodded, his own eyes misting.

"You already love them, Cam. I can see it. And honestly... so do I. I think this is what they really call love at first sight."

Cammy lunged at Greg with such force that it knocked the air out of his lungs. Her arms wrapped around him like a vise, holding on as if her heart would shatter if she let go.

Greg let out a strained cough, half-laughing. "Mrs. Cross, breathe. Are you trying to get your husband admitted too?"

But Cammy didn’t loosen her grip. Her voice trembled against his chest. "You can’t take it back now, Greg. You said it—and I’m holding you to it. We’re adopting those girls. This is happening. No backing out, no second thoughts, no delays."

Greg leaned back slightly just to see her face, and he smiled—wide, sure, unwavering. "Then I guess it’s time to go shopping for two more cribs, another set of bottles, and triple the diapers."

Cammy pulled back, her face radiant, flushed with disbelief and pure joy. "Oh my God, Greg... we’re actually doing this." But then her smile faltered, just for a second. Doubt crept in, quiet but sharp. "But... I’m due to give birth soon. What if it’s too much? What if I can’t handle it all?"

Greg reached up and gently tousled her hair, just like he would to a child who needed comfort. "Hey. You’re not alone anymore, remember?"

His voice dropped lower, soothing, firm. "You have me. You have our home, our staff, our resources. If we need more help, we’ll hire more. We’re not just rescuing those girls, Cam—we’re giving them a family. A real one. One that will never abandon them." _{freew\e bnovel.com}

He cupped her cheek, brushing away a tear with his thumb. "Our hands will be full, yes. We’ll be exhausted, yes. But we’ll be together. And honestly? I think having three babies growing up side by side might just be the most beautiful kind of chaos we’ll ever live through."

Cammy’s smile returned, full and bright, lighting up her entire face. She laughed—a breathless, shaky sound that came straight from her soul.

But then, her expression shifted. Her eyes softened, and her hands slipped from his shoulders to his chest. Her voice quieted, serious, almost fragile.

"Greg..." she said slowly. "Since we’re talking about children... there’s something I need to tell you."

The seriousness in her tone made Greg’s smile vanish. His brows furrowed as he gently took her hand. "What is it?" he asked, his voice low and cautious.

Cammy took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest. What she was about to say could change everything again—and yet, it was the truth she couldn’t keep any longer.