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I blink back tears, overwhelmed with gratitude. “They’re okay. That’s all that matters.”

Troy nods, his hand steady on mine. “You’re amazing, Sav. We’ll take care of everything. Just rest.”

The nurses wheel the babies away, and for the first time, the room feels too empty.

“You’ll stay with them?” I whisper.

Jamie leans down, kissing my cheek. “Always.”

As my eyes start to close, I hear them murmuring to each other, their voices a mix of love and awe. For the first time, I believe them. We’re a team now.

Chapter Forty-Seven

Troy

I stand next to Jamie, both of us staring at the babies in their incubators. They’re so damn small. And fragile. But they’re here. They’re alive.

Savannah did that. She brought them into the world, even when I thought it wasn’t time. I rub a hand over my face, trying to push away the exhaustion.

Jamie shifts next to me. “What’s on your mind?”

I glance over at him. “We need to do a paternity test for Noah.”

His brow furrows. “What the hell for? We already know he’s ours.”

“Not for us,” I mutter. “For the damn court. So we can have custody.”

Jamie lets out a low breath. “You think that’s gonna be a problem?”

“Yeah, I do. It’s not like we’ve all been on the same page with her. Not exactly. We need something solid. If her ex comes in trying to claim him...”

“Then we’ll fight it,” Jamie says, his voice rough but confident. “You know that.”

I shake my head, pacing a little. “What if they do the test, and he gets the results, but never shares them with us?”

Jamie stares at me for a second, thinking. “That could work. Could be messy, though.”

“You sure this is the right thing?”

Jamie shrugs. “Man, it’s the only thing we can do. If we don’t have a paper trail on this, we’re screwed.”

I nod, trying to keep the tension from my shoulders. I just want what’s best for them, for all of us. The thought of someone else fighting us for Noah, it’s fucking terrifying. But I need to stay calm.

“They’re sleeping,” Jamie murmurs, his eyes soft as he looks at the babies. “All three of them. Sav is sleeping, too.”

“She was perfect,” Jamie says, his voice low, almost like he’s talking to himself. “Did you see how she was with them? She’s amazing.”

“I did,” I say, voice rough. “She really is.”

Jamie turns his head, his eyes narrowing a bit. “What if we got the test now?”

I blink, processing what he said. “What do you mean?”

“The test,” he repeats. “What if we get it now, while she’s out of it, so it’s done? Just get it over with. We’re already here.”

I rub the back of my neck, glancing back at Savannah. “You think that’s a good idea?”

“I think it’s the only idea. We’ve gotta move fast, Troy.” Jamie’s voice is sharp, but there’s something else in his eyes—determination. He wants to protect her. Protect the kids. We all do.

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