Page 106 of Triplet Babies for Pucking Christmas

Troy finally manages to free Noah from the car seat and walks over, holding the baby against his chest. “You’re lucky she loves Christmas,” he teases Jamie.

Jamie just smirks. “I know.”

The cabin is even better inside. It’s warm, the faint scent of cedar lingering in the air, and the soft glow of a fireplace casts flickering light across the rustic, wooden interior. A large king bed dominates one side of the open-plan living area, piled high with fluffy white blankets and pillows.

To the right is a fully stocked kitchen, the countertops gleaming, and in the corner of the living room stands aChristmas tree, its branches bare but full, waiting to be decorated.

“It’s perfect,” I breathe, my hand resting on my belly.

“You like it?” Jamie asks, his voice hopeful.

I turn, kissing him softly. “I love it. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, baby.” His hand lingers on my cheek, his thumb brushing my skin.

Jared nods approvingly, taking in the setup. “You outdid yourself, Collins.”

Jamie winks at him. “Glad you think so, because you’re on drink duty.”

Jared raises an eyebrow. “Of course I am.”

“C’mon, man. You make the best cocktails,” Jamie says, his grin widening.

Troy sets Noah down in a portable crib that’s already been set up near the tree. “I’ll grab the bags,” he announces, brushing snow off his jacket as he heads back outside.

I sit down on the couch, sinking into the cushions as I let the warmth of the fire seep into me. “This is magical,” I say, looking around at the guys. “Thank you.”

“You deserve it,” Jared says, leaning down to kiss my temple.

Jamie flops down beside me, his arm draping over my shoulders. “Tomorrow, after breakfast, we’ll decorate the tree.”

I smile, picturing it. “That sounds perfect.”

By the time Troy brings in the bags, I’m already half-asleep on the couch, Noah gurgling happily in his crib nearby. Jamie helps me up, guiding me toward the massive bed, while Jared grabs a blanket and drapes it over my shoulders.

“We’re going to have the best vacation ever,” Jamie whispers, his lips brushing against my ear.

I close my eyes, letting myself believe it. For now, everything is perfect.

***

The robe I’m wearing is pure heaven—fluffy, oversized, and as soft as a cloud. Jamie really thought of everything when he planned this trip. I run my hands over the fabric as I pad into the kitchen, where the scent of garlic and herbs fills the air.

Troy is at the stove, focused, a spatula in one hand and a pan sizzling in front of him. He glances back at me, his lips twitching into a half-smile. “You’re missing your B12,” he says casually, like it’s a normal thing to say while flipping chicken breasts.

“What?” I blink, confused.

“B12,” he repeats, looking over his shoulder. “Good for energy and the baby’s development. I read it in one of the expectant mother books.”

Jamie snorts from where he’s leaning against the counter with a beer in hand. “What books are you reading, Adams?”

Troy shrugs, unbothered. “The kind that makes sure we’re not fumbling around clueless when the babies come.”

Jared raises an eyebrow from the dining table, where he’s setting down silverware. “I’m impressed. Didn’t think you had it in you, Adams.”

Troy smirks, plating the chicken with roasted vegetables. “Someone’s gotta make sure we’re ready. Besides, you’d be surprised what you learn when you actually read.”

Dinner is surprisingly fancy—chicken in some kind of lemon butter sauce, roasted vegetables, and warm rolls. Jared pours everyone drinks, non-alcoholic for me, which I appreciate without saying anything.

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