Page 33 of Triplet Babies for Pucking Christmas

Just as she whispers my name again, a low groan cuts through the air, and we both freeze, whipping our heads toward the door.

There, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed, is Jamie, grinning like he just hit the jackpot. “Fuck, that’s hot.”

“Oh my God…” Savannah squeaks, her hands darting up to grab the towel and cover herself. She scrambles to wrap it around her, turning beet red.

I clear my throat, keeping my voice as steady as I can. “Didn’t hear you come in, man.”

Jamie laughs, shaking his head. “Clearly.” His gaze flicks from Savannah to me, then down to the bed where Noah is lying fast asleep. He smirks. “Wait a second. Whose baby is that? I know you’re a fast worker, Jared, but…”

I shake my head, smirking back. “Actually, that’s your kid.”

Jamie’s face drops, his smirk disappearing as he glances between us, suddenly looking as pale as a ghost. “What…what the hell are you talking about?”

Chapter Thirteen

Savannah

My face is on fire.

I can’t believe Jamie just…walked in on us. The mortification is next-level. I’m probably so fired.

I barely register Jared and Jamie ducking out, muttering something about giving me space, which honestly, I need. I pull my clothes back on, glancing at the bed where Noah’s still asleep, completely oblivious. Lucky him.

I scoop him up gently, rocking him a little as I head downstairs, still wound tight. Only now, there’s panic tangled in my feelings, too.

What if Jamie tells Troy? Or worse—what if Jared does? I’m never going to hear the end of this.

When I reach the kitchen, Jamie and Jared are deep in conversation, and from the looks of it, Jared’s already caughthim up on the whole situation. Jamie doesn’t look freaked out, though—he’s actually smiling, eyes bright, like he just won the lottery.

I adjust the Christmas sweater I’m wearing. Apparently, when I packed up my things, I hadn’t been paying attention. Most of my clothing that is in my suitcase is holiday wear.

Not that I’m sad about that really, but I don’t want to look like some kind of crazy person who doesn’t know that Christmas already came and went.

“Can I hold him?” Jamie asks, his voice soft, hopeful even. “I…I was an only child. Always wanted to hold a baby.”

I can’t help but smile, even as I’m desperately trying not to make eye contact with Jared. “Sure,” I say, handing Noah over.

Jamie takes him carefully, cradling him with a kind of ease I didn’t expect. It’s almost endearing. He’s completely focused on Noah, rocking him gently, his face lit up in a way that makes him look younger, softer.

I clear my throat, focusing on the countertop. “Uh…I can make dinner for everyone if you guys are hungry?”

Jamie nods, still making soft sounds to Noah, who’s peeking up at him with sleepy eyes. Jared, though, is watching me.

“Need a hand?” he asks, and the casual tone doesn’t fool me for a second.

“I’m fine,” I say a little too quickly. “I’ll just…make some noodles.”

“Christmas sweater?” he asks, and I blush.

“I…packed in a rush,” I say, sounding almost guilty and then feeling stupid for it.

He smiles at me. “I like it. It suits you.”

I blush furiously again and stammer out, “Just call me Mrs. Claus.” I promptly want to die. What am I babbling about?

Jared nods, and there’s a pause before he says, “I actually have a work call in about an hour, so…since Jamie’s here, I’m gonna head out.”

I manage to nod, my heart thudding in my chest. “All right.”

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