Page 79 of Triplet Babies for Pucking Christmas

I step out onto the porch, crossing my arms. “What the hell, Jamie? Who were you talking to?”

Jamie shrugs, trying to play it off, but there’s something shifty in his eyes. “No one.”

“Bullshit. Why are you sneaking around like this? Are you buying Christmas gifts for the team again?”

Jamie grins, his eyes lighting up like he’s remembering something. “Okay, thatwasfunny. Remember the year I got everyone those custom socks with their own faces on them?”

I groan, running a hand through my hair. “How could I forget? I had to pretend to like wearing my own damn face on my feet for a whole season because you wouldn’t shut up about it.”

“You’re welcome,” Jamie says, smirking.

“Cut the crap. What’s going on?”

Jamie hesitates, scratching the back of his neck. “All right, fine. I’m not buying Christmas gifts. I’m buying a gift for Savannah.”

“Not a Christmas gift?” I raise an eyebrow. “Explain.”

Jamie sighs, finally giving in. “Okay, so… we’ve been planning a baby shower for her. Me, Jared, Jade, and Millie.”

I blink at him, stunned. “What?”

“Yeah. It’s all set. We’ve been working on it for weeks.”

“Why the hell didn’t you tell me?”

Jamie laughs, shaking his head. “Because, dude, you wear your emotions on your sleeve. You’d have blown the whole surprise within a day.”

“Hey, I can keep a secret,” I argue, but even as I say it, I know he’s right.

Jamie snorts. “Suuuuure you can. Remember the time you tried to surprise Millie for her birthday and accidentally sent her the party invite?”

I roll my eyes. “That was one time.”

“Uh-huh.”

“So, when’s this big baby shower?”

Jamie grins, looking like a kid who just pulled off the perfect prank. “Tonight.”

“Tonight?” I repeat, staring at him. “And we’re just supposed to convince Savannah to go out to dinner or something?”

“Exactly.”

I laugh, shaking my head. “You’re so lucky I already had a gift planned for next month. If I had to show up to her baby shower empty-handed…”

Jamie claps me on the shoulder. “That’s why we’re a team, man. Don’t worry. Today, we get to spoil our girl.”

“Yeah, all right,” I mutter, though I’m still processing how they managed to keep this from me.

Jamie leans against the porch railing, grinning like he just scored the winning goal. “It’s gonna be perfect. Just you wait.”

“Yeah, it better be,” I say, but deep down, I’m already looking forward to seeing the look on Savannah’s face when we pull this off.

Chapter Thirty-One

Savannah

I shuffle down the stairs in my favorite oversized sweatshirt and leggings, the fabric soft against my skin. It’s been a long week, and honestly, I feel like I’m carrying half the exhaustion of the world with me.

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