GETTING THE HEART OF THE CEO

In a short period, Lindsey had become a renowned designer in the city, sought after by brides in the region to design their wedding dresses and those of the bridesmaids. Two months later, Lindsey was in her workshop putting the finishing touches on a wedding dress that was to be sent to one of the most recognized fashion houses in Florence.

“Did you see what time it is, and you haven’t had lunch?” grumbled her assistant, arms crossed.

“Isa, just finish up the last touches on the dress that needs to be sent to Mrs. Magnolia today,” Lindsey smiled, rising with difficulty due to her pronounced belly barely allowing her to work. “I was waiting for you to join me for lunch. I’m in the mood for a delicious carbonara spaghetti with a chocolate milkshake.”

Taking short steps, Isa approached her boss and offered her arm, scolding her, “Lin! You have to eat well; you can’t skip lunch.”This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

Pouting, Lindsey clung to her assistant’s arm and mischievously whispered, “What are you waiting for? Let’s go; I’m hungry.”

“I can’t with you, Boss,” Isa rolled her eyes.

The two walked to a restaurant a few meters from the workshop, Lindsey’s favorite, as she said every time she set foot there.

While waiting for the food, Lindsey enjoyed a chocolate milkshake when suddenly she felt a pang in her intimate area, causing her to grimace.

“What’s happening?” Isa asked, concerned.

“Nothing, just a…,” Lindsey couldn’t finish the word, experiencing the same pain again.

Isa called a waiter who knew them and asked for help to transport Lindsey to the car. They laid her down in the back of the vehicle and rushed to the hospital.

In the car, Lindsey felt a liquid running down her legs. Panicking, she shouted, “Isa, I stained your car.”

Worried, Isa glanced in the rearview mirror, seeing a mixture of liquid and blood. She accelerated the car, teasing Lindsey, “This little race is going to cost you, Boss. Don’t think I won’t charge you for the car wash, and it’s going to be the most luxurious in the city.”

Lindsey wanted to smile, but the pain wouldn’t allow it.

Ten minutes later, they were parking in front of the hospital. Terrified, Isa honked and shouted for help like crazy.

“Help! A doctor! Help!”

Two nurses ran to them, helped get Lindsey out of the car, and another nurse approached with a wheelchair and sat her down.

“Please call my obstetrician, Dr. Samuel Ferrer,” she whispered, scared due to contractions.

Upon arriving at the doctor’s office, they laid her on a bed. Samuel examined her; she was three centimeters dilated.

“Lin, a nurse will come in a while; she’ll take you to the delivery room. These little troublemakers will be in your arms soon.”

In the waiting room, Isa was a bundle of nerves. Antonella approached her, asking, “How is she? What did the doctor say?”

“Nothing! Just that we have to wait a few hours. She hasn’t entered labor yet; he mentioned something about dilations, but I don’t know anything about that.”

The old woman smiled and sat with her, excited.

Meanwhile, in Manhattan, three people are boarding a private plane headed straight to Florence.

Several hours later, they took Lindsey to the delivery room. Lindsey had successfully delivered two babies, but the third had the umbilical cord wrapped around its neck. They removed it immediately; the baby was purple, and they tried to resuscitate it. Seeing the scene, Lindsey became agitated, and her blood pressure rose, causing her to faint. The pediatrician took care of the baby.

“Come on, Lin, react!” the doctor shouted. “Nurse, administer 250 mg of injectable methyldopa.”

The delivery room was chaotic, and soon the cry of the third baby was heard. The doctor sighed in relief; he had managed to revive the girl. Lindsey, upon hearing the cry, opened her eyes.

“Lin, your girl is safe. Both of them really knew how to give me a scare,” the doctor said, catching his breath.

The babies were taken to the Neonatal area, while the mother was transferred to a room. The doctor approached the waiting room, and Antonella stood up and asked, “Doctor, how is my granddaughter and the babies?”

“We had some complications. The girl was born with the umbilical cord wrapped around her neck, and Lin’s blood pressure spiked. Thank God we were able to revive the girl and normalize the mother’s values.”

“But will they be okay, doctor?” Grandfather Hugo asked as he arrived with his daughter and Janna.

“Yes, they’ve passed the danger.”

“Can we see Lin and the children?” Sussan asked.

“We’ll let Lin rest for a while. It’s not easy to bring three children into the world. A nurse will come to get you to take you to her room. As for the babies, they’re in the Neonatal area. When the pediatrician finishes checking them and informs me that everything is fine, they will be transferred with their mother.”

“Thank you, doctor,” Antonella said, hugging Isa. A nurse approached them to collect the babies’ clothing, and Antonella handed over the diaper bag.

“In ten minutes, I’ll come to get you so you can see Mrs. Lindsey,” the nurse informed them. Grandfather Hugo shed tears of emotion mixed with sadness. He felt sorry for his grandson, who was unaware of the existence of his children. How much he would give to share this joy with him, but he had to respect Lindsey’s decision. Seeing him distressed, Sussan approached.

“Dad, don’t cry. You’ll see that Kyle will soon meet his children. I also have a heavy heart knowing that our little treasures will be far from us, but let’s have faith that we’ll be together soon.”

“Yes, daughter, I’ll find a way to convince that stubborn Lin to return to Manhattan soon.”

Antonella, who overheard the conversation, interrupted.

“Right now, she needs to regain strength and consciousness. Soon, she’ll return to Manhattan to reclaim what’s rightfully hers.”

A nurse appeared and guided them to Lindsey’s room. Amid laughter, they met the new members of the Pratt Girt family. Reluctantly, Lindsey had to accept that the children would carry the Pratt surname.