Page 52 of Triplet Babies for Pucking Christmas

He leans in to brush his lips with mine…and then we are interrupted by a loud wail coming from Noah.

“I’ve got him,” I say, reaching for the T-shirt to pull it on as Troy works on discarding the condom.

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The smell of sizzling sausages fills the air as I flip them in the pan. Troy stands behind me, holding Noah, and I can’t help but steal glances at him. He’s got the adorable baby cradled in his arms, and every time he kisses Noah’s head, my heart does this weird flip.

“Hey, little guy,” he coos, making silly faces. Noah giggles, and it sends a rush of warmth through me.

Troy leans closer, brushing his lips against my neck. “Smells amazing in here.”

I can’t help but smile, my cheeks warming. “Just trying to keep us fed. What do you think? Breakfast fit for champions?”

“More like breakfast fit for gods,” he chuckles, stealing a quick kiss from my lips. “I could get used to this.”

“Just wait till you taste it.” I bite my lip, trying not to blush as he nuzzles my neck again, sending shivers down my spine.

The door swings open, and Jamie walks in, a whistle escaping his lips. “Wow, Sav! I’m always catching you in the best positions.”

I whip around, heat flooding my face. “What the hell, Jamie? Nothing is going on.”

“Uh-huh,” he smirks, leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed. “Well, I see you finally acted on your attraction to her.”

“Ditto,” Troy replies, a teasing grin on his face.

“Guys, I’m right here!” I protest, trying to hide my embarrassment.

“That you are,” Troy says, eyes twinkling. “And we’ll discuss all of this after Friday.”

“Okay,” I smile, trying to play it cool, but inside, I’m a flurry of nerves and excitement.

“Gimme the baby,” Jamie says, walking over to Troy and reaching for Noah. “What’s for breakfast, anyway?”

“Just some sausages and toast. Nothing fancy,” I reply, plating the food and trying to ignore the heat in my cheeks.

“Just enough to fuel a couple of hockey studs,” Jamie says, balancing Noah on his hip. “You two lovebirds better eat up.”

“Lovebirds?” I choke, shooting Jamie a glare.

“Relax, it’s a compliment,” he laughs, plopping Noah down in his arms. “But seriously, thanks for cooking, Sav. You’re a lifesaver.”

Troy leans down, giving me a quick kiss that sends a spark through me. “See you after practice, okay?”

“Yeah, okay,” I say, trying not to blush harder.

“Don’t keep me waiting,” he winks, and my stomach does a flip.

“Oh!” I say to cover my sudden confused emotions. “I was going to practice making a new kind of gingerbread today. Will you guys help me taste-test them? I want them to be perfect.”

They both nod eagerly.

“Can you make other holiday things…you know…just to practice them?” Jamie asks. He has a gleam in his eye.

I look at him for a moment, then chuckle. “What things are you wanting me to ‘practice’ making?”

“How about divinity?” he asks me. “It’s my favorite.”

I nod. “If the weather cooperates. Can’t make it if there’s too much moisture in the air.”

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