She’d gone into labor at 36 weeks. The doctors wanted a C-section. The first baby came out fine. Then Leah’s pulse dropped.
“Leah, stay with me. Look at me!”
“Sir, you need to leave.” Dr. Nichols pushed him toward the door. It slammed shut in his face.
Diesel collapsed into a hallway chair. He could still smell her perfume under the motor oil on his skin. He buried his face in hands that could rebuild a Harley engine blindfolded but couldn’t stop shaking.
When the doctor came out, Diesel already knew.
“We couldn’t stop the bleeding. The children are safe. Three boys. They’re in the NICU.”
Diesel sank back down. Leah had been so excited to hold her babies. How could God take her before she even saw their faces?
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