Page 75 of Triplet Babies for Pucking Christmas

“We need to figure this out,” he says, his voice calm but firm. “But first, Savannah needs to say what she wants to say. Because let’s face it, this is a lot.”

I take a deep breath, feeling everyone’s eyes on me. My chest tightens. “If the test was correct, and I’m…I’m pregnant, then…”My voice catches, but I push through. “Then it could be any of yours.”

Jamie’s head snaps toward me. “You want a paternity test?”

“Not unless you guys do,” I say quickly. “It’s not about that. I just…I need to be honest. And I know this is a lot—hell, it’s ashitload—but I need you to know I want this baby.”

The silence is deafening. Jared nods slightly, his jaw tense but not unkind. Jamie scratches the back of his head, looking like he’s about to crack a joke but thinks better of it. Troy? He doesn’t even look at me.

“Troy…” I whisper, my throat tight.

His head tilts up slightly, but his eyes stay fixed ahead. “We just got Noah. And the damn puppy. And we’re in the middle of the season, Sav.” His voice is low, rough, like he’s trying not to explode.

I take a step toward him, even though it feels like I’m walking into fire. “So…what do we do?”

Jamie clears his throat, breaking the tension. “How about we all sleep on it?” His voice is soft, almost gentle. “We’re all scared, and we’re all in shock. Let’s just…take the night to process.”

“Yeah,” Jared agrees, handing Noah to Jamie. “I’ll take the pup. You two figure yourselves out.”

I can barely nod before they head off, leaving me standing there like a ghost. My hand drifts to my stomach, and the reality of it hits me again like a tidal wave.

Up in my room, I stand by the window, cradling my stomach. “Are we really doing this?” I whisper to no one, the room swallowing my voice.

I love Noah. Taking care of him has been one of the most fulfilling things I’ve ever done. But another baby? Alone?

If they don’t want this, can I really raise a baby on my own?

Troy’s words play on a loop in my head.The season. The puppy. The timing.He’s not wrong. And the truth is, all of themare so career-focused, so driven. A baby doesn’t fit neatly into their lives.

Tears prick my eyes, and before I know it, they’re spilling over, streaking my cheeks. I wipe them away quickly, but they keep coming. I sink onto the edge of the bed, my chest heaving.

A soft knock at the door startles me. I don’t have to look up to know it’s him.

“Sav,” Troy’s voice is rough, hesitant. He steps inside and closes the door behind him. His eyes are softer now, not hard like before. “I’m sorry.”

I shake my head, swiping at my tears. “It’s fine. You don’t have to…”

“I do.” He cuts me off, crossing the room in a few quick strides. He crouches in front of me, his hands gripping my knees. “I’m fucking scared, okay? I’ve never felt…I’ve never felt like this about anyone before. And now this?” He gestures vaguely, like the whole situation is too big to put into words. “It’s a lot. But that’s not on you. It’s on me.”

I sniffle, meeting his gaze. “I know it’s a lot, Troy. But I want this. Ineedthis. And I can do this. With or without you.”

His hands tighten on my knees, his jaw clenching. “No. You’re not doing this without me. I want this too, Sav. I just…I needed a second to process.”

I nod, relief flooding me, but my voice shakes. “We’ll figure out the logistics tomorrow, okay? Right now, I just…I just need you.”

His eyes darken, and the tension between us shifts. It’s no longer heavy; it’s electric. His hands slide up to my thighs, his touch firm but gentle. “I’m here,” he murmurs.

“Show me,” I whisper, tugging him closer.

The next moments are a blur of heat and urgency. His lips crash against mine, and it’s messy, desperate, like we’re both trying to pour all our fear and hope and need into this one act.

My fingers fumble with his shirt, yanking it over his head. His hands slide under mine, lifting it off like it’s in his way. He presses me back onto the bed, his weight solid and grounding as his mouth moves to my neck.

“Troy,” I gasp, my hands clutching at his shoulders.

“I’ve got you,” he growls against my skin, his voice rough and full of promise. “I’ll always have you, Sav.”

And for the first time since the hospital, I believe him.

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