He glanced at Arabella. "Is that all right, love?"
She nodded. "Of course. Holly and Fraser might need us, and the triplets don't mind where they sleep and eat as long as they do."
Arabella referred to the fact that since Holly was human, she had an increased risk of dying during delivery.
His dragon grunted. But she's had quite a bit of Fraser's blood injected into her. She'll do fine.
Even dragon-shifters die in childbirth, dragon. You know that. Remember Gregor's first mate?
His beast huffed. But it won't happen to Holly. She's strong and will fight with everything she has to be there for her children.
Holly's mother had been murdered a number of years ago. The lass still mourned her.
Fraser looked back to Tyler. "Aye, that'll do, Tyler. Show us the way."
He picked up the nappy bags Meg had brought with her. As Tyler guided them down the hallway, Arabella said, "I also called Faye and Grant before coming here. We all decided not to tell Fergus and Gina about Holly going into labor, or they may never start the frenzy."
"Aye, that's the decision I would've made, too. Especially if there's a complication, then Fergus's dragon could lose it and go rogue. I'm sure Fraser will forgive him for missing his children's birth if it means keeping his brother sane and whole."
Tyler stopped in front of a room. "Here you are. I'll keep you updated on Holly and Fraser. There's a phone in the room, and it'll ring when we have updates. That way I won't tie up your mobile in case there's a clan emergency."
Finn patted the nurse's arm. "Thanks, Tyler."
Tyler nodded. Arabella and Finn entered the playroom-slash-nursery.
The bright colors on the walls were painted in geometric designs, and the white cribs were lined to one side. Bins of toys were stacked in one corner, and a number of comfy armchairs were scattered about the room. There was even a gliding chair nestled in the darkest corner of the room, probably to help with getting a bairn to sleep or even with nursing.
Finn whistled. "As much as I love Gregor, the surgery has definitely improved under a female's touch."
Arabella placed the boys in a crib and gave each a stuffed toy. "Layla MacFie is more likely to think about babies, parents, and their needs. Gregor always tried to block them out, because of how his mate and unborn baby died in childbirth."
Finn placed Freya next to her two brothers. "Aye, but he has a bairn on the way now with Sid, so I expect that will change."
Fishing out Freya's favorite stuffed fox, he laid it next to her. After kissing each of his children on the forehead, he whispered, "You lot look sleepy. Maybe if you cooperate with Mummy and Daddy and take a nap, then we'll have time to think of some fun games later on."
Declan moved his head and lightly banged it against his brother.
With a sigh, Finn created a stuffed toy wall between each of them. When outside their home, the triplets preferred sleeping in one bed. Separating them could end in hou
rs of frustration for all involved.
He could only imagine what would happen if their tendency to stick together endured into their teen years. Finn would probably go completely gray.
His dragon sighed. Stop complaining. You look forward to it.
You might, but I remember what we were like. And there was only one of us and we have three of the little buggers.
Arabella will help and it will be enough.
Scanning the room, Finn located a lullaby toy. Pressing the button, it played a soothing melody.
Freya yawned first, followed quickly by her brothers. He held his breath, hoping that Meg and her males had tired them out.
As each slowly closed their eyes, he exhaled. He kept his voice low as he said to Arabella, "Thank you for earlier, love. Sometimes I wonder if you should've been made clan leader instead of me."
She whispered back, "Putting aside I was in England at the time of the trials, barely speaking to anyone, I still say no, thank you. Besides, you don't need to thank me for merely acting as your mate."
He shook his head. "Don't downplay your importance, Ara. I won't have it."