Page 74 of Triplet Babies for Pucking Christmas

Dr. Hill eyes us all for a moment, then looks back at Savannah. “Are these folks your relatives or…?”

She blinks, then says firmly, “Yes.”

Dr. Hill smiles faintly. “Well then, you’ll be glad to hear everything else looks good. But there is one other thing we need to discuss.” He pauses, clearly enjoying the suspense. “Congratulations, Ms. Brooks. You’re pregnant.”

The room goes dead silent.

“Wait, what?” Jamie blurts, breaking the tension. “Like,pregnant-pregnant?”

Dr. Hill gives him a dry look. “There aren’t varying levels of pregnant, Mr.…” He trails off.

“Jamie,” he supplies, then shakes his head. “Shit. I mean—wow. Okay. That’s a lot.”

Troy hasn’t moved, still standing by the door like a statue. His jaw tightens, but he doesn’t say a word.

I step closer to the bed, my protective instincts kicking in. “Are you sure? She just fainted. Maybe the tests…”

“The tests are accurate,” Dr. Hill interrupts smoothly. “She’s approximately eight weeks along.”

Savannah’s eyes widen. “Eight weeks? But…how?” She catches herself, then laughs weakly. “Never mind. I know how.”

Jamie smirks, leaning back in his chair. “Well, this just got interesting.”

“Jamie,” I snap, shooting him a glare. “Not the time.”

Savannah lets out a shaky breath, her hands drifting to her stomach. “Twins run in my family,” she says softly. “My mom was a twin. Is there…is there a chance it could be twins?”

Dr. Hill nods. “It’s certainly possible. Genetic factors play a role. We’ll need to do an ultrasound to confirm.”

Her eyes flick to us, wide and unsure. “Twins,” she whispers. “That’s…a lot.”

“You’re not doing this alone,” I say firmly, my voice leaving no room for argument. “Whatever you need, we’re here.”

Jamie raises a hand. “Yeah, count me in. I’ll babysit, change diapers, the whole deal. I’m a natural with kids.”

“You’ve held one baby for thirty minutes,” Troy mutters, finally stepping closer. “That doesn’t make you an expert.”

Jamie shrugs. “Still counts.”

Savannah gives a faint smile, but I can see the worry in her eyes. I squeeze her hand gently. “You’re gonna be fine. We’ll figure this out.”

She nods, her gaze flicking between us. “Thanks, guys.”

Dr. Hill clears his throat, glancing at his watch. “I’ll leave you to process this for now. The nurse will be in shortly to talk with you about getting set up with an OBGYN.”

As he leaves, the room falls quiet again. Jamie’s the first to break it.

“Well,” he says, grinning, “guess we’re gonna need a bigger basket of snacks.”

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Savannah

The ride home is suffocatingly quiet. I sit in the back seat with Jared holding Noah while Jamie is upfront chatting about…God knows what.

Troy hasn’t said a word since we left the hospital, and it’s starting to gnaw at me. His hands grip the steering wheel tighter with every turn.

When we pull up to the house, I almost stumble out of the car in my rush to get some air. Jared adjusts Noah in his arms, his expression unreadable.

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