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I chuckle, wiping my face. “You guys really are a pain in the ass, you know that?”

“Yeah, well, I’m your pain in the ass.” Jamie grins, leaning in to kiss me again, soft and quick. Then he pulls away, eyes bright. “Now, let’s go. Dr. Hill’s waiting, and we’re not leaving you hanging.”

I blink at him, still overwhelmed but finally starting to feel a little lighter. He’s here, and he’s serious. He’s showing up for me like he promised. “I…I really appreciate this, Jamie. I really do.”

“You don’t need to thank me. We’ve got this. We’re doing this together.”

I smile through the tears, nodding as I take his hand. “All right. Let’s go.”

As we walk out the door, I feel something I haven’t felt in a long time: I feel cared for. I feel loved.

Jamie leans in, giving me a quick kiss before he opens the car door for me. He even insists on holding my hand the whole way, like I might just float away if he lets go. And maybe, just maybe, it’s what I need right now.

There’s a calm in the chaos, and for the first time in a while, I’m actually looking forward to the day ahead. Maybe, just maybe, I’ll get through this okay.

He’s right. We’ve got this. And it feels like, for the first time, I’m not facing it alone.

***

I’m lying back on the exam table, my feet in the stirrups, trying not to think too hard about the situation. The OBGYN has been poking and prodding, but at least he’s not making me feel too awkward.

He’s focused, talking through things in a calm, professional voice, but honestly, I’m just trying not to think about how uncomfortable this all feels.

“Heartbeats are strong, Savannah,” the doctor says, checking the monitor again. “Baby A, Baby B, and Baby C are doing just fine.”

I sigh with relief, my body relaxing a little. Jamie’s standing by my side, phone in hand, like he’s recording this for a goddamn highlight reel. I can feel the weight of his eyes on me, his presence a little comforting, even if I don’t love the idea of him filming the whole damn thing.

“You’re gonna wanna see this,” Jamie says, holding up his phone. “I’ll send it to the guys. They’re gonna freak.”

I roll my eyes, but the warmth in my chest is hard to ignore. The fact that they all care so much—Jamie, Troy, even Millie—makes this whole pregnancy feel a little more manageable, even when I feel like I’m barely holding it all together.

“All right, Savannah, we’re almost done here,” the doctor says, adjusting the stirrups. “You’re doing great.”

“Just trying to keep it together,” I mutter, my face heating up.

Jamie gives me a soft grin, leaning down to kiss my forehead. “You’re doing fine, baby.”

Once the OB is done, he steps away, letting me get dressed. Jamie stands by the door, still filming, though at least now he’s not hovering too close. He knows better than to invade my personal space right now.

“You’re all good, Savannah,” the doctor says as he finishes up with his notes. “Your due date’s gonna be around December twenty-first.”

I laugh lightly, rubbing my belly. “Just in time for Christmas, huh? Maybe they’ll make it a Christmas miracle.”

He gives me a nod, smiling. “Could be. You’re progressing well. Keep resting like you’ve been doing, and everything should be fine.”

“Thank you, doctor,” I say, feeling a little more reassured. “I’ve been trying to take it easy, but it’s not always easy when I feel like I’m being run over by a freight train.”

“You’re doing great. Just keep listening to your body.”

I nod, looking over at Jamie. He’s still got that damn phone out, but I can’t be mad at him. He’s been trying to help, even if it’s a little weird having him document all this.

“Hey, doc,” I say after a moment of hesitation. “Can I, uh, can I have sex again? Is that…is that all right?”

Jamie’s throat clears, and I can’t help but glance over at him. He looks caught off guard, his brows furrowing slightly. I can’t even blame him for that.

We’re talking about the last thing on his mind right now—sex—while I’m carrying triplets and trying not to break down into tears every five minutes.

The OBGYN doesn’t miss a beat. “As long as you’re careful, there’s no reason why you can’t. But you’ve gotta listen to your body, okay? If it’s too much, stop. And make sure your partners are on board with being gentle.”

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