Page 122 of Triplet Babies for Pucking Christmas

He nods, his grin widening. “Yeah. The team could use someone like you. And I’ve seen how you handle everything...you’re a perfect fit.”

I laugh, feeling that overwhelming joy again. “What about the restaurant?”

They all shrug.

“We’ll hire staff to help you out. You can do both,” Jared says.

I grin. “Hell yeah. I’d love to. I’m in.”

And just like that, my new life—ourlife—starts to feel like it’s exactly where it’s meant to be. This Christmas is the beginning of forever. And I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

I mean, what more could a girl ask for?

Extended Epilogue

Jared

Two Years Later

The snow falls steadily outside the cabin, blanketing the world in white. I glance out the window, watching as the kids play in the yard, bundled up like marshmallows in their winter coats.

Noah’s leading the charge, his laughter carrying through the crisp mountain air. Luke and Levi are trying to keep up, and Holly—our little princess—is tucked safely in Troy’s arms, giggling as he pretends to be a snow monster.

It’s chaos. Beautiful, noisy chaos. And for once, I don’t mind it.

Inside, the scent of fresh-baked cookies fills the cabin, mingling with the faint aroma of pine from the oversized Christmas tree we barely managed to drag in.

Savannah’s in the kitchen, of course, humming along to some cheesy holiday tune. She’s been buzzing around all morning, packing for our big trip and planning every last detail.

I lean against the doorframe, arms crossed, just watching her. She’s glowing—hell, she always glows—but today, there’s something different. A nervous energy that she can’t seem to shake.

“Savannah,” I call, my voice cutting through her muttering about luggage and snacks.

She spins around, a wooden spoon in her hand, eyes wide. “What?”

I smirk, stepping closer. “You’re gonna burn a hole in the floor with all that pacing.”

She huffs, setting the spoon down. “I’m not pacing. I’m...organizing.”

“Uh-huh,” I say, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her close. “What’s really going on? You’ve been jittery all morning.”

She sighs, leaning into me. “It’s the new job. I’m excited, but...what if I screw it up? What if I can’t handle cooking for the Chicago Icebreakers? They’re professional athletes, Jared. They’re different than my usual clientele.”

I chuckle, kissing the top of her head. “First of all, your cooking is amazing. And second, you’re forgetting something important.”

She tilts her head back to look at me, her brow furrowing—damn it, there’s that look again. “What’s that?”

“There’s a mascot,” I say, deadpan.

She blinks. “What?”

I grin, unable to hold it back. “The Icebreakers have a new mascot. You’re not the only rookie joining the team. If anyone’s gonna screw up, it’ll probably be the guy sweating his ass off in a giant costume.”

Savannah bursts out laughing, the sound warm and infectious. “That’s your pep talk? Remind me that someone else might embarrass themselves more than me?”

“Exactly,” I say, smirking. “Besides, you’ve got this. You’ve handled four kids, three husbands, and Jade during her wedding planning whirlwind. Compared to that, feeding a hockey team is nothing.”

Her laughter fades into a soft smile, and she rests her head against my chest. “Thanks, Jared. I needed that.”

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