My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge

Chapter 320: Epilogue - My Two Billionaire Husbands

Ric’s hands trembled as he grabbed the car keys. "I’ll drive! Let’s hurry!" he shouted, flinging the door open.

Harry, who saw them, followed and sat in the front seat.

Greg was already cradling Cammy, who was doubled over in pain, her face pale and slick with sweat. "I got you, baby, I got you," he whispered urgently, running to the car.

Cammy screamed again as another contraction tore through her. "Greg—it hurts! Oh God, it’s coming! It’s really coming!"

"I know, baby, just hold on. You’re doing amazing," Greg said, slipping into the backseat with her, never letting go of her hand.

Ric floored the gas pedal, tires screeching as they bolted from the driveway. The car swerved slightly before steadying, slicing through traffic with ruthless speed.

In the back, Cammy gripped Greg’s hand like a lifeline, her entire body trembling.

"Breathe, Cammy... In through your nose, out through your mouth. Just like we practiced," Greg coached, his voice tight with fear but filled with love.

"Greg, I’m scared..." she gasped, tears streaming down her face.

Greg pressed his forehead to hers, his own voice cracking. "I know, baby. But I’m here. I’m right here, and I’m not going anywhere."

"What if what happened to my girls happens to our son?" Cammy uttered.

"Hey, hey, love, don’t think like that. Our son will be alright. I promise you," Greg said as he cupped Cammy’s face.

"Ten more minutes!" Ric called from the front. "I’m pushing it—hang in there!"

"Harry, call the hospital now. Tell them to prep a room—call ahead!" Greg shouted back, one arm wrapped around Cammy’s shaking shoulders. "She’s in active labor!"

Harry nodded, grabbed his phone, and called the hospital, adrenaline pumping.

Cammy screamed again, this one more guttural, more urgent. noveldrama

Ric leaned hard into the horn, blaring through traffic like a siren of desperation. "Get out of the way!" he shouted, weaving through the sea of cars. The sound was relentless, warning everyone that this was no ordinary drive—this was a race against time.

In the backseat, Greg held Cammy’s trembling hand, whispering reassurance through her cries. "We’re almost there, baby. Just hang on a little longer."

By the time they skidded into the emergency driveway of the hospital, the entrance doors were already open—nurses and medical staff were waiting, gurney prepped, gloves on.

"We’ve got a pregnant woman in active labor!" Ric shouted, jumping out of the car and helping open the back door.

Cammy cried out in pain, her body shaking. Greg scooped her into his arms without hesitation and laid her gently on the gurney.

"You, sir—PPE!" one of the nurses shouted, throwing a sealed packet into Greg’s chest. He tore it open with shaking hands, slipping into the disposable gown, gloves, and mask as fast as he could while jogging beside Cammy down the corridor.

"We’re going into delivery now," another nurse said, holding the swinging door open as they wheeled Cammy in.

"I’m staying with her," Greg said, voice tight and unyielding.

Inside the delivery room, chaos reigned—but through it all, Greg kept his eyes locked on Cammy.

"I’m here, baby," he whispered, grabbing her hand. "You’re not alone."

And as the bright lights bore down, and the doctor gave the signal for Cammy to push, Greg knew—this was it. The moment their lives would change forever.

Ric and Harry sat tensely in the waiting area, nerves fraying with every passing second. The sterile white walls of the hospital offered no comfort, only an echo of their anxiety.

"How’s Cammy?" Ellie asked breathlessly as she and the rest of their friends arrived, still shaken from the chaos at the event.

Ric exhaled shakily. "She’s still inside... with Greg."

Harry’s hands trembled in his lap. Eve, sensing his tension, rubbed his back gently. "Hey... you alright?"

He nodded stiffly, though his voice wavered. "I panicked. Cammy was screaming... I didn’t know what to do. Was it like that for you... when you had Cassey? I’m sorry I wasn’t there."

Eve leaned into him, her voice soft but steady. "That’s all in the past. You’re here now. That’s what matters."

The doors suddenly burst open. Everyone turned at once, their hearts leaping. The doctor stepped out—followed closely by Greg, still in his protective gear, a deep line of sweat on his brow.

The group surged forward, breaths held.

"She’s okay," Greg announced, his voice thick with emotion. "And so is the baby. He’s strong. Healthy."

A collective sigh rippled through the group, and Greg turned to Ric.

"She wants to see you," he said, placing a firm hand on Ric’s shoulder. "Come on."

Ric followed in silence, his chest tight with emotion. When he stepped into the room, he froze at the sight: Cammy was sitting up, radiant despite the exhaustion, cradling a tiny bundle wrapped in blue.

She looked up and smiled. "There you are. Come sit."

Ric moved slowly to the bed, eyes locked on the infant in her arms.

"Isn’t he adorable?" she said, gently transferring the baby to Ric’s trembling hands.

The moment the baby settled into his arms, Ric’s heart cracked open. Tears slipped freely down his cheeks.

"He’s... perfect."

Cammy reached over, her fingers brushing the baby’s tiny hand. "Baby, this is your Uncle Ric. Your second dad. Or well, your godfather."

Ric looked up at her, stunned. "I don’t deserve that, Cammy..."

"Yes, you do," she said, her eyes warm. "At one point in your life. You were ready to raise him as your own just to save me. That’s the kind of man you are."

Greg stepped closer, resting a hand on Ric’s back. "We talked about it. We’re naming him Grady Ross. A blend of all three of us."

Ric let out a broken laugh, more tears falling. "That’s... that’s beautiful. Thank you."

He leaned in and whispered, "Hey there, Grady. Welcome to the world. Be strong, and always take care of your mommy and daddy."

Greg and Cammy chuckled, and Ric gently handed the baby back.

"Mind if I snap a photo of you three? Everyone’s dying to see him."

"Of course," Cammy said with a grin, adjusting the blanket.

Ric took the photo, smiled at the image, and then Cammy added, "You can show it at the event too if you’re heading back."

Ric’s eyes widened. "Crap! The event! Got to go then! I’ll drag everyone back there, out of your sight, so you two can rest." He laughed as everyone did, and slipped out of the room, energized by joy.

Inside, Greg sat beside Cammy again, eyes on their peacefully sleeping son.

"I will never get tired of this," he murmured, brushing a kiss against her temple. "Thank you for crashing into my life."

Cammy smiled as she leaned into him. "I should be the one thanking you."

Greg placed another kiss on her forehead and said, "No, thank you for walking into that villa, meeting me, and making me the happiest man alive. I love you, Cammy. You, Dylan, our twins, and our little Prince. You are all my treasure in life."

Cammy smiled, "I love you, too. And you are my treasure as well, my billionaire husband!"

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