Page 68 of Triplet Babies for the Billionaire
I bring her a plate of food, and she settles back against the couch with the remote control in her hand.
“What kind of trouble is Blossom getting up to today?” I ask her with a teasing smile.
She giggles. “I don’t know yet, silly. I haven’t seen this episode yet.”
“Well, hit play then!” I urge and she chuckles and obliges me.
After breakfast, we get ourselves showered and dressed. I’m already thinking ahead to what the day holds. We’ve got maternity clothes to shop for, and I’m excited to get started on preparing for the babies.
The weight of it all is beginning to settle in, but I’m not scared anymore. At first, when we found out about the triplets, it hit me like a ton of bricks. I had all these doubts, these fears about being a good father. But now, after all these months, I feel ready.
It’s a strange feeling, this sense of responsibility mixed with excitement, but I know that I’m ready for it.
For Blossom. For our family. For the triplets.
As we head out of the penthouse, I feel a deep sense of peace. Watching Blossom’s face light up when I talk about the babies, when I talk aboutourfuture, fills me with a confidence I didn’t know I could have. I’m not just doing this for myself anymore. I’m doing it for all of us.
She looks up at me as we walk down the hallway toward the elevator. “Do you think we’ll be ready? I mean, three babies, Noah…that’s a lot.”
I smile at her, squeezing her hand gently. “We’re going to be more than ready, Blossom. We’re a team.”
She smiles back, her eyes shining.
It's not a declaration of love. I wish I could make those words cross my lips, but somehow, every time I start to say them, I feel like I’m betraying Whittney.
We pull up to one of the nicest shopping centers in Manhattan, the kind of place that feels a little out of my element but is perfect for today.
Blossom gasps when she sees some of the prices at the stores. I can see her eyes widen as she glances at the maternity clothes hanging in the window, her brow furrowing slightly.
“Noah,” she says, her voice hesitant. “I don’t think we need to spendthatmuch on clothes. This is...a little ridiculous.”
I walk up to her, placing my hands on her shoulders, looking down into her eyes. “Blossom, you can get whatever you want,” I tell her softly. “I want to spoil you. You’re carrying our babies. Don’t worry about the prices. Just pick out what you need.”
She looks at me like she’s unsure, still hesitant. “I don’t want to waste your money, Noah.”
I can’t help but smile. “It’s not a waste. I want you to be comfortable, and I want you to have what you need. So go ahead, let’s get you a whole new wardrobe. You deserve it.”
Her face softens, and I can see the reluctant smile on her lips. “You’re something else, you know that?”
“Yep,” I reply with a wink. “And I’m going to keep spoiling you until you learn to like it.”
We end up in a few different stores, and by the end of it, I’m holding bags full of maternity clothes. It’s much more than I thought we’d get.
She’s still a little worried about it, but I’m happy.
As we walk out, my mind wanders, feeling an ache of longing. I haven’t put a title on what we have yet, and part of me wonders if I should.
We’ve got time, I decide. For now, I’m content with just being with her, with this life we’re building.
“Hey,” I say as we head back to the car. “We’ll get through this together. No matter what.”
Blossom nods, her smile more relaxed now. “Yeah. Together.”
As we walk to the next store, I can sense a shift in Blossom.
She’s quiet, too quiet, and I can feel the tension radiating off of her.
She’s always been easy to talk to, but now she’s withdrawn, her gaze fixed on the ground as we move toward the entrance of the store.
