Page 30 of Triplet Babies for Pucking Christmas

“I think it is better if we tell him when he gets here,” I say, stroking the baby’s soft hair. “So, have you told her about your little threesomes?” I ask, nodding towards the kitchen.

He shakes his head again. “But I think she is going to figure it out soon enough. Do you think we also need a DNA test?”

“That’s probably wise. We do need the baby to be taken care of tonight. Then maybe we can discuss it better tomorrow after the whole situation calms down,” I tell him. “Seeing as the woman decided to drop the kid here and bolt, I’m hoping that means that she’s not going to run to the media and talk…or worse, start selling the story for money.”

Troy collapses beside me, worry evident on his face. “Do you really think they would do that?”

I look down at Noah and say honestly, “You and Jamie are well-paid athletes. I could go into a whole rant about how you should be using protection to avoid such cases, but seeing as the baby is already here, it is way too late for all thatI told you so nonsense.Just breathe. We will figure something out. Okay?”

Troy stares at the baby before nodding. “He’s such a handsome baby.”

“He is,” I repeat.

Just then, Savannah walks back from the kitchen. Her hair is up in a messy bun, and she has a pen between her teeth. She’s a fucking smoke show.

“List is done,” she says, passing it over to Troy. “We will need diapers, formula, a crib. Just the necessities. I think we will also need to take him to the hospital so we can figure out if he has allergies or something, so I can avoid all those triggers.”

I love how she has taken charge of the situation. This is a far cry from the girl who panics over turbulence on a plane or gets scared when the Uber driver forgets to use their turn signal.

“Okay,” Troy tells her.

“You’re in good hands,” I reassure him.

He glances at me pleadingly. “You’re staying, right?”

I roll my eyes. “Yeah, I’m staying. Now go. We’ll keep an eye on—Noah.”

Savannah leans in and takes the baby back in her arms, cooing softly at him.

Troy hesitates, but finally heads out, looking like he’s walking onto a battlefield.

The second he’s gone, the tension between me and Savannah settles thick in the air. She’s bouncing the baby lightly, not looking at me. I lean against the couch, folding my arms.

“So,” I say, unable to hold back a smirk. “This is…unexpected.”

She glances up, finally meeting my eyes. “You can say that again.”

There’s an awkward silence, but I can’t stop looking at her. Damn, she’s even more stunning than I remember. But that’s beside the point. I clear my throat, trying to keep it professional.

“So…what areyoudoing here?” I ask.

“Well, I found out that Chicago has con men...and women. I was scammed out of a place to live, but the woman I was interviewing for, Millie, told me about Troy, and somehow she got me a job as his live-in cook. We are still on a trial basis, though.”

“Interviewing? Millie? You mean Millie Taylor?”

She nods. “We went to high school together. How do you know Millie?”

“Long story. Millie is my sister Jade’s best friend. She’s also married to Declan and Finn who play on the team that I’m a lawyer for.”

“The Chicago Icebreakers?” she says excitedly.

“Yeah. And her other husband, Chase, he’s the vet Jamie is going to get the dog from.”

She swipes her tongue to lick at the corner of her mouth, and I hate how I feel that motion straight to my cock. “Huh. Small world.”

“Small world indeed,” I reply, remembering how good she had felt beneath me that night. What were the chances that this was how I was going to meet the woman of my dreams again?

“So, you’re actually a lawyer?” she says.

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