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“It means a lot to us. You saw us there first,” she murmurs, her voice thick with emotion. “It will make for a wonderful story time with the kids as they get older.”

I bury my nose in her hair, breathing her in, letting her warmth seep into me. “I wanted them to know where it all began, and what it means.” I kiss her temple softly, savoring the moment before she pulls away, her eyes sparkling as she turns back to the room.

Already, she’s moving with purpose, her fingers brushing over swatches of fabric and samples of flooring. The way she assesses the textures and colors, I know she’s imagining how each piece will fit into the space we’ve created. Hardwood floors—because she loves the feel of cool wood beneath her bare feet—and three different fabrics, each one soft and comforting, perfect for tiny hands to grasp and explore.

I watch her silently; the pride swelling in my chest as I realize just how far we’ve come. This room, this tiny space, holds so much of us—our history, our future, all wrapped up in the colors and shapes of a place meant to nurture and protect.

“Looks like you’ve got it all figured out,” I murmur, leaning against the doorframe, my gaze locked on her as she continues to plan.

She glances back at me, her lips curving into a small, knowing smile. “Not all of it, but I’m getting there.” Her gaze drifts back to the wall, lingering on the silhouette I sketched of her. “I’m going to pick out everything that makes this room ours.”

“And whatever children come in the future,” I add softly, stepping closer, wrapping my arms around her from behind, pulling her into my chest.

She leans back against me, a contented sigh escaping her lips. “Yes. For all of them. Our children.”

Her words are a promise, and I press my lips to the top of her head, closing my eyes as I let the peace of the moment settle deep in my bones. This is our family, our future, and no matter what comes next, we’ll face it together.

Chapter 22

Grace

I don’t wantto be here. I hate the sterile smell of the doctor’s office, the hum of fluorescent lights, the faint beeping of machines in the distance. It’s been two weeks since the exhaustion hit me full force, worse than any of my previous pregnancies. The fatigue has been so crushing that even my wolf whines for rest, curling up in the back of my mind, too tired to push forward.

Ethan, Barrett, and Griffin are all with me for this visit, their presence a comforting wall of warmth and protection. As usual, we slip in through the back entrance, avoiding the prying eyes of curious pack members or anyone looking to stir up trouble. Dr. B has been our go-to for the last year.

A nurse appears almost immediately, drawing blood with practiced ease, her hands steady and quick. I barely feel the prick of the needle before she’s done and gone, leaving me with that queasy anticipation that something is going to be wrong. I head into the changing room, strip down, and slip into one of those crinkly gowns that are always too thin, hopping up onto the exam table like I have a hundred times before.

When Dr. B finally comes in, holding the bloodwork results in her hand, I’m trying not to chew a hole through my lip. She glances at me, then waves the papers in Griffin’s direction.

“According to this, you need more iron in your diet.” She hands the results off to him, not even bothering with me, which is typical. She knows I trust my guys to keep track of the details. “Let’s get a look at the little one.”

Ethan’s grip on my hand tightens as Dr. B preps the probe. He’s a bundle of anxious energy, all coiled tension and barely suppressed excitement. The big, tough mercenary who can face down enemies without blinking is a complete mush when it comes to the pups. The contrast makes me smile, and I squeeze his hand back, trying to reassure him.

Dr. B keeps the screen angled toward herself, her brows knitting together as she moves the wand over my stomach. A frown creases her forehead, and I can’t help the small spike of worry that flares through me.

“Hmmm...” She makes a few notes, her face impassive.

“Something wrong, Doc?” Ethan asks, his frame stiffening. His shoulders hunch slightly, like he’s ready to spring into action at the slightest hint of trouble.

“Nothing wrong, just... unexpected.” She glances at us before turning the monitor around. “Here’s baby A.” A small, perfect shape appears on the screen, and my heart skips a beat. But she doesn’t stop there. “Here’s baby B.” Another small shape joins the first, and my mouth falls open in shock. Dr. B moves the wand again. “And here’s baby C.”

For a moment, time seems to stop. The room is silent except for the rhythmic beeping of the monitor, and then Ethan’s face goespale. His eyes roll back, and before I can even react, Griffin is there, catching him as he crumples like a tree being felled.

“Triplets?” Griffin’s voice is a strange mix of awe and disbelief as he shifts his weight, holding Ethan steady.

“No, it looks like they’re about a day or two apart in size,” Dr. B says, her tone light but her eyes flicking between the three of us. “The oldest was probably conceived the first day of the heat—maybe the second. The third one was about mid-cycle, and the last one was probably close to the last day.”

I snort, unable to help the laughter that bubbles up. Of course, they’re days apart. Ethan hogged me on the first day and a half. If one of these babies isn’t his, he’s going to be demanding to see a specialist to check his sperm count. I can already hear his protests about how unfair it would be.

“Thank you, Doc, see you in a month,” I say, still chuckling as I slide off the table, right into Barrett’s waiting arms. He wraps me up, his hold careful and gentle.

“Sadly, no,” Dr. B interjects as she cleans up the machine. “Multiples need to be checked every two weeks until delivery. They tend to come early, and you might not be able to do the home birth this time.”

The thought makes my stomach twist, but I nod. “Okay. Whatever is best for the babies, that’s what we’ll do.”

Barrett’s fingers tighten on mine as we head to the changing room, his eyes bright with excitement. “Can we do a gender reveal party this time?” he asks, his voice practically vibrating with energy. “Ooh, maybe we can hide that you’re having three babies until then and shock the shit out of everyone else?”

I laugh, feeling some of the tension drain away. “Sure, sounds like fun. But I doubt having triplets will be easy to hide.” I slip back into my comfy clothes, already picturing the stunned looks on everyone’s faces. “Or that we can hide it for long.”

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