Chapter 6: Mr.Handsome

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A/N: Okay so this is Quinton Lane

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A/N: Okay so this is Quinton Lane. Hope you enjoy the story.

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                      Quinton's POV

"PUSH!", I instruct the woman laying on the bed.

*Scream*

"PUSH!"

*Scream*

"PUSH AGAIN!"

*Scream*

I'm really going to have a hard time with this woman, she's already tired. Three of her babies are already born and she's pushing the last of her quadruplets. It's been hours and this woman's husband looks like he is going to die.

I should be the one dying...his wife is kicking my gorgeous face!

"Hold on, you're almost done !", one of my nurses tells the woman. She pushes for the last time, until her last baby is born and she passes out...

*Baby cries*

I wipe the sweat off my forehead and cut the baby's umbilical cord. The nurses take the baby for a wash and to dress the little one, her siblings are already sleeping in the hospital's cribs. I take off my surgery clothes and approach the stressed out, pale husband.

"Congratulations sir, you have two boys and two girls!", I tell him, but he doesn't look at all happy. "Is something wrong?", I ask him.

"What's wrong with my wife?",he asks me. I look at the passed out figure and back to the husband.

"Nothing, she's just extremely exhausted. She'll be fine!", I reassure him. The husband starts smiling from ear to ear, happy about his new title in life.Being a father.

"Phewww, thank you Doc, I can't imagine my life without her! Especially now that we have four kids.",he tells me, really relieved about his wife still alive.

Well at least he's one of the few men who loves their wives!

"So have you named them already?", I ask him.

"Yes, it's Orlando;Oscar;Olivia and October.",he tells me happily.

"Oh...okay, that's fantastic!", I exclaim happily,"Well once again sir, congratulations, hoping you all the best with your beautiful children.", I finish off. I excuse myself from the man and his wife and head for my office. Along the way, I wink, flirtatiously at the passing nurses and they blush and giggle like idiots.

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