Page 86 of Triplet Babies for Pucking Christmas

I nod like I’m the responsible one in the room, even though my heart’s pounding. “Got it, doc. No stress. We’ll wrap her in bubble wrap if we have to.”

Savannah gives me a weak smile. “I’m not an invalid, you know.”

“No, but you’re carryingthreetiny humans,” Jamie shoots back, stopping mid-pace to point at her like she needs the reminder. “So yeah, bubble wrap sounds about right.”

Jared finally looks up from his phone. “I’ve got a meeting in the morning, so I can’t stay long, but I’ll help get you home first.” He tucks his phone into his pocket and stands. “Troy, you good to handle Noah tonight?”

“Yeah, man, of course.” I nod, already making a mental checklist of baby stuff. Diapers, bottles, bedtime routine. The kid’s easier than managing Jamie’s freak-outs anyway.

Savannah sits up slowly, wincing a little. “I can take care of Noah…”

“Like hell you can,” I cut her off, standing to help her. “You heard the doc. No stress. Noah’s my job tonight.”

Jamie steps in, offering her his arm. “And we’re making sure you don’t lift a damn finger.” He looks at her, all soft and serious. “Can I stay the night? I just…wanna be close. Make sure you’re okay.”

Savannah nods, her eyes watery. “Yeah. I’d like that.”

I grab her bag and mutter, “Guess that makes me the designated Noah wrangler. And Jared’s stuck with the dog.”

Jared snorts. “Sure. I’ll take the dog. Not like I don’t already have a million things on my plate.”

“Cry me a river, lawyer boy,” I shoot back, trying to lighten the mood. It kinda works—Savannah laughs, a soft little sound that makes me feel like maybe we’re doing okay.

Back at the house, it’s a whirlwind to get Savannah settled. Jamie fusses over her like a mother hen, fluffing pillows and tucking blankets around her like she’s some fragile doll. I get Noah ready for bed, his little giggles making the stress of the night fade just a bit.

“All right, buddy,” I whisper, laying him down in his crib. “Uncle Troy’s got you tonight. Sweet dreams, okay?”

Noah coos back at me, and I grin like an idiot. Kid’s got me wrapped around his tiny finger.

I head back to the living room, where Jared’s got the dog on a leash, ready to head out. “You good?” he asks, looking more tired than I’ve ever seen him.

“Yeah, we’re good. Thanks, man.”

He nods, his serious lawyer face back in place. “Call me if you need anything.”

“Will do,” I say, and he’s out the door.

***

Jamie’s sitting on the couch next to Savannah, his arm around her shoulders. I plop down on the other side, leaning forward with my elbows on my knees.

“So,” I start, looking between them. “Triplets. What the hell does that even mean for us?”

Jamie groans, scrubbing a hand over his face. “It means we’re gonna need a bigger house. And a bigger car. And a shit-ton of diapers.”

Savannah laughs weakly. “Don’t forget about the endless sleepless nights.”

I shake my head, trying to wrap my brain around it. “I mean, four kids. At once. That’s…that’s a lot.”

“No kidding,” Jamie mutters.

Savannah looks at both of us, her expression softening. “I know it’s a lot. But we’ll figure it out, right? Together?”

“Damn right we will,” I say without hesitation. “I’m all in. Whatever it takes.”

Jamie nods, his hand tightening around hers. “Same here. We’ll make it work. Somehow.”

We fall into silence for a bit, the weight of the situation settling over us. But it’s not a bad kind of silence. It’s the kind where you know you’re all in it together, no matter how messy it gets.

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