Page 110 of Triplet Babies for Pucking Christmas

Her expression softens, and she looks at each of us in turn. “Can we just…not think about that tonight?”

“Yeah,” Jamie says, pulling her into his arms. “We’ll figure it out, baby. We always do.”

“Let’s just cuddle,” she whispers, her voice trembling.

We all climb into bed, wrapping her in our arms. It’s not a solution, but for tonight, it’s enough.

Chapter Forty-Five

Jamie

The cabin smells like pine and cinnamon, and for once, it feels calm. Well, as calm as it can be with three dudes trying to hang garlands while Savannah tells us it’s crooked.

“Jamie, it’s lopsided,” Savannah says, hands on her hips.

I squint at the garland. “It’s fine.”

“It’s not fine. It’s leaning like a drunk on New Year’s.”

Jared smirks from across the room, holding a box of ornaments. “She’s right, man. It’s embarrassing.”

“Embarrassing? You’re the one who hung the damn thing!”

“Language,” Savannah scolds, pointing at me like I’m one of the kids.

I hold my hands up. “Yes, ma’am. No swearing around the garlands.”

Troy strolls in with a plate of cookies. “Maybe if y’all stopped arguing, we’d actually finish this tree before Christmas.”

“Shut up, Troy,” Jared and I say at the same time.

Troy grins, smug as ever. “I’m just here to keep the peace.”

Savannah rolls her eyes, but she’s smiling, and damn if that doesn’t make my chest feel all kinds of warm.

A couple of hours later, the tree is done, and the fireplace is crackling. Savannah sits on the couch, Noah asleep in her arms, looking like the picture of serenity.

“You need anything?” I ask her, plopping down beside her.

“I could use some water,” she says softly.

“I’ll get it.” Jared’s already halfway to the kitchen before I can argue that he should take a break.

Troy takes the seat on her other side, leaning in to stroke Noah’s tiny hand. “You’re too good at this,” I say to him.

“What can I say? I’ve got the magic touch.”

“You’re so full of shit.”

Savannah laughs quietly. “Stop bickering. It’sChristmas.”

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The next few days blur together in the best way. Jared insists on making breakfast every morning, even though he burns the bacon half the time. Troy organizes movie marathons that include way too many cheesy Christmas rom-coms. And me? I keep Savannah laughing, even when she’s stressing about the babies or whether the tree skirt matches the stockings.

The next night, I tell the guys I’ve got a surprise.

“What surprise?” Savannah asks, narrowing her eyes.

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