Page 60 of Triplet Babies for Pucking Christmas

“The ‘you’re completely screwed because of one woman’ club.”

I roll my eyes, but deep down, I know he’s right. And the worst part? I don’t even care.

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The little Italian joint Jared picked is perfect. Cozy, quiet, with dim lighting and booths that give us some privacy. Noah’s nearby in the baby carrier, wiggling his legs and making little happy noises to himself.

Jared sits to Savannah’s left, Jamie’s on her right, and I’m directly across from her. Every so often, her eyes meet mine, and there’s this flicker of something—nervousness, maybe curiosity. I don’t know. But damn if it doesn’t pull me in.

“So, you’re a hell of a lawyer,” Jamie says, grinning at Jared. “Pulled off that deal last week like it was a layup.”

Jared shrugs, sipping his water. “Contracts are just easier to dismantle when the other side doesn’t read the fine print.”

“Can I ask what contract?” Savannah asks, and I watch as Jared explains the FlexPro deal to her. Jamie is not wrong. The advertising alone will put hundreds of thousands in all our accounts.

Savannah chuckles softly, her hand brushing Noah’s hair back. “You make it sound so simple.”

“It is,” Jared says, flashing that cocky grin. “You should see me in court.”

“Or on the ice,” Jamie teases. “Man’s got the balance of a baby giraffe.”

“Funny coming from the guy who trips over his own stick during drills,” Jared fires back.

The banter’s easy, and for a while, the table’s filled with the sound of bread being passed around, Noah babbling happily, and the kind of laughter that shakes off a long week. But then Jamie sets his fork down, his expression shifting slightly.

“So,” Jamie starts, his tone a little more serious now. “About...what we talked about before.” He glances at Savannah, then Jared, then me.

Savannah shifts in her seat, her hand moving to Noah’s high chair like she needs the grounding. “You mean...us?”

“Yeah.” Jamie leans forward, elbows on the table. “I think we need to lay it all out. Make sure everyone’s on the same page before anything else happens.”

Jared nods, his lawyer instincts kicking in. “Agreed. Full consent. No one’s doing anything they’re not comfortable with. That’s the baseline.”

Savannah looks between us, her voice quieter but firm. “I’ve...never done anything like this before. A threesome—or, I guess, foursome.”

“That’s fair,” I say quickly. “You don’t have to make any decisions right now. This is all about what you’re okay with.”

Jamie glances at me, then back at her. “Troy and I have been in...situations like this before. But that doesn’t mean we’re expecting you or Jared to just jump into it in the same way.”

Savannah’s eyes flick between us, her lips parting like she’s about to say something, but then she stops. I reach under the table, my hand sliding over hers. Her fingers are cool but steady, and when she looks at me, there’s a small smile playing on her lips.

On her other side, I see Jared’s hand moving. He’s stroking her thigh, his fingers brushing slow and deliberate against her skin. She glances at him, then back at me, her cheeks turning a deeper shade of pink.

“Yeah,” Jared adds, his hand brushing against Savannah’s on the table. “This isn’t some high-pressure thing. If you’re uncomfortable, it’s off the table. Period.”

Savannah bites her lip, her eyes darting to Noah, who’s busy smearing marinara sauce on his tiny fingers. “I just...I’ve never even thought about something like this before. It’s a lot to process.”

“And that’s okay,” Jamie says softly. “We don’t have to rush anything. But if you do decide you’re curious, we’ll make sure it’s at your pace.”

I nod, my voice steady. “And if at any point you want to stop, we stop. No questions, no guilt.”

Jared chuckles, trying to lighten the mood. “Damn, Jamie, you’re sounding like a motivational speaker.”

Jamie snorts. “Someone’s gotta keep this circus from going off the rails.”

Savannah’s lips curve into a hesitant smile, and I swear it’s the most heart-stopping thing I’ve ever seen. “Okay,” she says softly. “I think...I’d like to try. But I need to know you’ll all...I don’t know, be patient with me?”

“Absolutely,” I say firmly, leaning forward. “This is about you. What you want, what you need. Nothing else matters.”

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