Logan Whitaker paced the hallway, his footsteps echoing off the sterile hospital walls. He rubbed his palms together, heart pounding, the weight of the last twenty hours pressing down on him. It had been a long, painful labor, full of anxious updates and tense silence, but now the waiting was over. He was finally about to meet his children—three of them. Triplets. The word still felt unreal in his mind.
A nurse emerged from the room with a gentle smile and nodded. “You can come in now,” she said softly.
Logan stepped inside, breath catching in his throat. The room was warm and quiet, filled with a soft glow from the overhead lights. Nurses moved around with quiet efficiency, adjusting monitors and checking…..Read Full Story Here…….
