Page 80 of Triplet Babies for the Billionaire
I wrap my arm around her and pull her close. “Because we’re in it together. We’re a team.”
She closes her eyes, her exhaustion catching up with her. “I can’t wait to do this all over again tomorrow,” she jokes, her voice soft and sleepy.
I chuckle softly, kissing her forehead. “I wouldn’t want to do it with anyone else.”
We sit there in the silence, the house calm for the first time all day. The weight of everything, the babies, the sleepless nights, the chaos, seems to lift just a little. It’s just us here, in this moment. And I wouldn’t change a thing.
“Everything we’ve been through,” I say quietly, “it’s worth it, Blossom. Every bit of it.”
She smiles up at me, a little tired but full of love. “I know,” she says, resting her head back on my shoulder. “I wouldn’t want to do this with anyone else either.”
And I realize, in that moment, that I’m right where I’m supposed to be.
We’re sitting on the couch, the room lit only by the soft glow of the TV. Blossom’s leaning against me, her head resting on my shoulder, her soft breaths relaxing against my chest.
It’s quiet, and for once, I feel like we have a second to just breathe. We’ve been so busy, so focused on the babies and everything else, but tonight—tonight, we’re just us.
Blossom shifts a little, her fingers lightly brushing my arm. “Hey,” she says softly, breaking the silence. “How about we get some food delivered from the hotel restaurant? I’m starving, and I don’t feel like cooking tonight.”
I smile, already pulling out my phone. “Good idea,” I say, unlocking the screen and opening the restaurant’s deliverymenu. I place an order for a few of our usuals: pasta for me, sushi for her, and a couple of sides.
As I hit “order”, Blossom relaxes further, her eyelids drooping as she settles deeper into the couch, curling up against me. I gently rest my arm around her, letting her lean into me as the warm comfort of the moment settles in.
We’ve been through a lot: three babies, sleepless nights, endless feedings, but right now, it’s just us. Just Noah and Blossom, watching TV and waiting for food.
She drifts off to sleep against me, the quiet rhythm of her breathing making everything feel still. I close my eyes too, savoring this rare moment of peace.
Twenty minutes later, the sound of a knock at the door jolts me awake, and I feel Blossom stir beside me. I blink, half-asleep, but immediately reach for her, making sure she’s still comfortably nestled against me.
She stirs, her eyes slowly opening. “Food?” she asks, her voice sleepy.
I nod and get up carefully, trying not to disturb her. I move quietly toward the door, my heart racing slightly in anticipation of the delivery. The last thing I want is for the babies to wake up—especially now that they’ve all been so quiet.
I open the door, greeting the younger staff member with a smile. “Hey, thanks,” I say, taking the bags of food from him. I tip him well, making sure the transaction is quick and quiet. As I close the door, I pause, listening for the sound of crying.
There’s nothing. Silence.
I hold my breath for a moment, a little too eager to believe that we’ve somehow avoided waking them.
I look at the bags in my hands and then back at the nursery door. Blossom’s right behind me now, a soft smile on her face as she watches me, her eyes full of appreciation.
“Shh,” I whisper, holding up my finger to my lips as we both stand still, waiting to hear anything from the nursery.
But all we hear is silence, and it makes me grin.
We finally head back to the couch with our food, trying to be quiet as we settle in. I sit beside Blossom, and we both dig into our meals. There’s something comforting about the simple act of sharing food together like this.
No rush. No interruptions.
Just a moment for the two of us.
Blossom giggles between bites, her hand brushing mine as we chat casually. “I really appreciate you, you know?” she says, glancing up at me. Her eyes are soft, her smile genuine. “For everything. You’ve been incredible through all this, especially with the babies. You’ve made it so much easier for me.”
My heart swells at her words. I lean in closer, brushing a lock of her hair away from her face. “I appreciate you too, Blossom,” I reply, my voice low. “I couldn’t do any of this without you. You’re the reason everything feels like it’s falling into place. I’m lucky. We’re lucky.”
She smiles, a soft blush creeping onto her cheeks. I kiss her forehead, gently pulling her closer. She rests her head against my shoulder again, and I find myself gazing down at her, thinking how incredible it is that I get to share this life with her. We’ve built something beautiful together, and I’m not going to take a single moment of it for granted.
We kiss, the warmth of her lips sending a surge of happiness through me, and for a brief second, everything else fades away.
