Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 491

Chapter 491: Birth

Olivia’s POV

The pain was sharp but brief, replaced almost instantly by a surge of warmth—power flooding through me, fierce and wild. My heartbeat suddenly synced with theirs, steady and strong. I gasped as light seemed to dance behind my eyes, spreading from my neck down to my chest.

The midwife gasped softly. "It’s working," she said. "Her pulse is stabilizing."

Levi and Louis pulled back slowly, their eyes glowing. Their marks shimmered faintly against my skin—two identical crescent shapes burning with soft gold.

I had imagined having their marks again...but not this way.

I barely had time to recover before another contraction hit me, stronger than any before. I screamed, clutching Levi’s hand.

"Push, dear," the midwife ordered firmly. "You’re almost there!"

I bore down, teeth gritted, tears spilling freely. The pain was unbearable—pain and anguish all at once—but something inside me refused to give up. I could hear Levi’s voice, low and comforting, beside me.

"Breathe, Olivia. Just breathe."

Louis brushed the sweat from my forehead, whispering encouragements. "You’re almost done. You’re doing so well."

One last push. One last cry. And then—

The sound.

A tiny, sharp wail pierced the room.

The midwife smiled, her hands lifting the small, crying bundle. "It’s a boy!"

My chest heaved with relief. I sobbed—from exhaustion, from love, from everything I had held in for months.

But there wasn’t time to rest.

"Another one’s coming," the healer said quickly. "Don’t stop, Lady Olivia. You can do this."

I nodded weakly, gripping Levi’s hand tighter. "I can do it," I whispered, though I barely believed it.

Another contraction hit. I screamed again, my entire body shaking. Levi kissed my forehead, whispering over and over, "You’ve got this. You’ve got this."

Louis was at my other side, his hand on my shoulder, comforting me.

And then another cry filled the air—deeper, stronger.

"A boy," the midwife said with a grin.

I let out a trembling laugh through my tears. "Two boys..."

But before I could even see them, the healer’s voice rose again. "There’s one more."

My body felt like it was on fire, every muscle trembling with exhaustion. "I can’t—"

"Yes, you can," Levi said, his voice fierce. "For him. For them. For us."

His words broke something inside me—or maybe they mended it. Either way, I found the strength to push again, one final time.

The third cry was the loudest—sharp and commanding, like it wanted the whole world to know it had arrived.

The healer’s eyes widened slightly as she lifted the last baby, her voice trembling. "Another boy."

Silence filled the room—soft, heavy, full of awe.

Louis turned toward the midwife. "All boys," he said quietly.

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