Page 67 of Triplet Babies for Pucking Christmas

“You’re amazing,” Jared says softly, his voice grounding me.

Troy hums in agreement. “Perfect.”

For a long moment, none of us move. The quiet hum of the room wraps around us, the only sound is the steady rhythm of our breaths.

Jared pulls his shirt over his head, his movements quick and efficient. His hair’s still a mess, sticking up in places, but he doesn’t seem to care.

Just as he’s fastening his belt, Jamie strolls into the room, looking far too smug for someone who didn’t just get laid.

Jamie gives Jared a once-over, then me, sprawled on the bed with nothing but the sheet covering me. “Too bad I missed the show,” he says, smirking.

Jared rolls his eyes. “Next time, don’t take so long.”

“Next time?” Jamie grins like the cat that got the cream. “You’re assuming there’ll be a next time.”

I laugh, pushing myself up on my elbows. “Pretty sure there will be.”

Jared just shakes his head, grabbing his jacket. “I’m out. Try not to wreck her too much, Jamie.”

Jamie laughs, plopping down beside me as Jared heads for the door. Troy’s already in the hall dressing up as he watches Noah, who’s babbling like he’s got the world’s biggest story to tell.

“Give me our son,” Troy says, his voice soft but firm. Jamie hands him over. Jared walks past them, giving Noah’s little head a quick pat before disappearing down the stairs.

Troy peeks back into the room. “You good, sweetheart?”

I smile, stretching a little under the sheet. “Perfect.”

“Good,” he says, and then he’s gone, leaving me with Jamie, who’s watching me like I’m dessert.

“How about a shower?” he asks, his voice low and tempting.

I open my mouth to answer, but he’s already moving, scooping me up like I weigh nothing.

“Jamie!” I squeal, but he’s grinning like he’s enjoying this way too much.

“Relax. You’ll love it,” he says, carrying me into the bathroom.

Chapter Twenty-Six

Savannah

The bathroom fills with steam as Jamie sets me down on the cool tile floor. He turns on the water, letting it heat up while his hands move to my hips, pushing the sheet away.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” he murmurs, his fingers tracing gentle circles on my skin.

I’m still a little sore from last night, and he notices immediately. His touch softens as he grabs a washcloth and lathers it with soap.

“Jamie, I can do it myself,” I protest, even though I don’t mean it.

He raises a brow. “Oh, yeah? And miss this view?” His eyes flick down, and his grin turns wicked. “Not a chance.”

I roll my eyes but let him work. The cloth glides over my arms, down my sides, and across my thighs. When he kneels to cleanbetween them, his movements are slow, careful, and so damn tender it makes my chest ache.

“You’re being way too sweet,” I say, trying to ignore the heat rising in my cheeks.

He looks up at me, his face all fake innocence. “Too sweet? You’re the one who let us ruin you last night.”

“Jamie!” I swat at him, but he just laughs, the sound echoing in the small space.

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