Page 56 of Triplet Babies for Pucking Christmas

“Carter...?” I ask, my curiosity piqued.I thought she was with the Coach and Axel.

“Oh! My boyfriends!” she replies with a playful grin. “Like I said, there is something in the water.”

I feel my cheeks heat up. “Oh, right.”

Millie laughs at my reaction. “And I’d love a hot chocolate. You know, to warm me up.”

“In this weather?” I tease, raising an eyebrow.

“Don’t knock it till you try it! It’s like the holidays all year round when you have a block of ice sitting in front of you.” She gestures to the hockey rink and we all laugh.

Jade throws her hands up, feigning innocence. “Don’t bother, I give up. What about you, honey?What can I get you?”

I can’t help but giggle. “All right, fine. I’ll have anything pickle-flavored. I’ve been craving pickles like crazy.”

Millie groans, her face scrunching up. “Ugh, don’t remind me! I had a pickle obsession with my second pregnancy. It was ridiculous!”

Suddenly, my stomach drops.When was the last time I had my period?The thought hits me hard.

“Savannah?” Millie’s voice pulls me back. “You okay?”

“Yeah, just...thinking.” I force a smile, but inside, I’m a mess.

“Thinking about what?” Jade asks, tilting her head.

“Nothing important,” I reply, trying to brush it off.

“Come on, you can tell us,” Millie says, concern flickering in her eyes.

“Seriously, it’s nothing,” I insist, but I can’t shake the gnawing feeling in my stomach.

Jade glances at the door. “I’ll be back in a flash.”

Millie tilts her head, smirking at me. “So, how’s it been living with Troy?”

I shrug, trying to keep it casual. “It’s…fine.”

“Fine?” she presses, raising a brow.

I laugh, shaking my head. “Okay, it’s not bad, but his house is just...boring. Like, zero personality. It’s all gray and navy. Feels like a showroom, not a home.”

Millie chuckles, nudging me with her elbow. “Well, you could add some of your touch to it. Maybe some plants or throw pillows. A few candles?”

“Candles?” I raise an eyebrow.

“Don’t knock it! A good vanilla or sandalwood candle can change the vibe entirely,” she says.

Jade plops down beside us, sliding her snacks onto the table. “What’re we talking about?”

“Sprucing up Troy’s house,” Millie says.

“Oh, God, yes. That man needs help,” Jade adds, popping a Flamin’ Hot Cheeto into her mouth.

I laugh. “You think so too?”

“Absolutely. Maybe get him a rug or something. Warm the place up a bit,” Jade says, pointing a chip at me.

“Or curtains,” Millie chimes in.

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