Page 115 of Triplet Babies for Pucking Christmas

“Okay mama. You are doing so well,” the doctor says. “Get ready to push again.”

The room feels too bright, too loud, and too quiet all at once. I’m exhausted, my body feels like it’s been through hell, but I do it.

I push.

Troy squeezes my hand, tears in his eyes. “You’ve got this, Savannah.”

“Here’s the second,” a nurse announces. “Another boy.”

This time, it’s Jared who leans in close, his voice soft in my ear. “You’re incredible, Sav. Look at what you made.”

I glance at the second tiny bundle, and my heart feels like it’s about to burst. “Two boys,” I whisper. “They’re so small.”

“They’re perfect,” Jared says, brushing a kiss to my temple.

“And here’s the third,” the nurse says again. She’s smiling now, holding up the last baby like she knows how much this means to us all. “A girl.”

“A girl?” Troy’s voice wavers, and when I glance at him, there are tears in his eyes. “We’ve got a girl?”

I nod, tears streaming down my face. “A girl.”

The nurses are moving around quickly now, cleaning the babies and checking them over, but I can’t stop staring. They’re so tiny.

The doctor steps closer, her expression gentle but serious. “Savannah, the babies need to go to the NICU. They’re here early, and we need to monitor them closely.”

“No,” I whisper, shaking my head. “They just got here.”

“You need to rest too,” she says softly. “This is the best thing for all of you.”

I look at the guys. “Go with them,” I say, my voice breaking. “Don’t let them out of your sight.”

“We won’t,” Troy promises, his hand squeezing mine.

One of the nurses wheels the incubators closer so I can see them before they go.

“Do you have names for them?” the nurse asks.

I freeze, panic flooding my chest. “No,” I whisper. “Why didn’t we pick names? What were we thinking?”

Jamie crouches next to me, cupping my cheek. “Hey, it’s okay. They’re perfect, Sav. We’ll name them when you wake up, all right?”

I nod, sniffling. “Okay. But...what if I don’t wake up?”

“You’re gonna wake up,” Jared says firmly. “You’re too stubborn not to.”

I manage a shaky laugh. “Asshole.”

“Yeah, but I’m right.”

The nurse clears her throat, glancing between us. “About the birth certificates. Will we be doing paternity tests to determine whose name goes where?”

“No,” I say quickly, my voice stronger than I expected. “Just put all three of them down. One per baby. You guys choose which ones.”

Troy looks at me like I’ve lost my mind. “Are you sure about this, Sav?”

“Perfect math,” Jamie says with a grin, nudging Troy’s shoulder. “One for each of us. It’s fate.”

Jared leans down, brushing his lips against my forehead. “You did so well, Savannah. They’re here because of you.”

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