Page 79 of Triplet Babies for the Billionaire
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Noah
Six months have passed since we brought our babies home, and I can’t believe how much has changed.
The apartment is full of baby gear, diapers, clothes, toys scattered across the floor, and baby monitors constantly humming in the background. There’s always something to be done, always a baby that needs to be fed, a diaper to be changed.
It’s chaotic, yeah, but it’s also beautiful chaos. It’s ours.
Blossom and I have spent so much time learning how to juggle everything. The first month was rough.
Tanya came to stay with us for a while to help out, and I’m not sure how we would’ve made it through without her. She took charge when we were exhausted, making sure Blossom healed and keeping up with the babies. Her calm presence in the house helped me stay sane.
Now, six months later, things feel a little more stable, but I’m not sure I’ll ever fully get used to the exhaustion.
The babies are growing fast, and while it’s still hard, we’re finding our rhythm. Blossom’s body is recovering, though she still talks about not feeling like herself. I’m proud of her for everything she’s done. She’s been amazing through all of this, and I wouldn’t trade our little family for anything.
But when I see Ruby, Jackson, and Theo, I know everything we’ve been through was worth it. They’re perfect. And no matter how crazy the days get, every moment with them feels like a gift.
Mornings in our house operate like a well-oiled machine these days, but are no less exhausting than when the babies first came home from the hospital.
Blossom and I are partners in every sense of the word. We tag-team everything. Today, she’s nursing Ruby and Jackson, while I’m holding Theo, trying to feed him. Getting all three babies fed at once is nothing short of an Olympic event, but honestly, we’re both getting pretty good at it.
“You’re amazing,” I say, watching her work.
She laughs, clearly enjoying the praise.
“Just like a cow in a milking parlor,” she jokes as she continues the feeding cycle.
Before I can respond, my phone rings. It’s Miguel from the kitchen, sounding frantic.
“Noah, the order’s missing half of it. Where is the rest of it?” He’s clearly stressed, and I’m barely able to focus on the conversation. I don’t want to leave Blossom with the babies for too long, but it’s work, and I can’t ignore it.
I forward the call to one of the other employees, telling them to sort it out. But what surprises me, even more than my own calm, is how focused I am on Blossom and the babies.
Before, I’d have dropped everything for a work issue, but now, my priorities have shifted. The babies come first. And I feel a sense of peace in that.
I’m finally getting Theo settled when I hear the unmistakable sound of a blowout. It’s loud and unmistakable, and I freeze. Then I see Theo, wide-eyed, witheverythingcovering him. My jaw drops, and before I can say anything, Blossom bursts into laughter.
“Are you kidding me?” I ask, holding Theo out like he’s radioactive. I try to keep my voice steady, but I can’t stop laughing too. “This is the third one today!”
Blossom rushes over to help me, still chuckling. “Theo’s got agiftfor this.”
“Great gift,” I mutter, shaking my head as I try to figure out how to deal with the situation. I lift Theo out of his soiled onesie, and Blossom quickly grabs a clean set of clothes for him.
I kiss Theo on the cheek, trying to make light of it even though I’m completely covered in his mess. “You’re lucky you’re so cute, buddy,” I say, but honestly, it’s hard to stay mad when you’re holding your son in your arms, even like this.
After getting him cleaned up, I toss his clothes into the washing machine and return to the living room. “Well, that’s one way to start the morning,” I say, still laughing.
Blossom looks at me, amusement in her eyes.
“At least we can laugh about it,” I say, brushing my hands off, and Blossom just shakes her head, still smiling.
By the time the babies are fed, changed, and ready for bed, I’m feeling the exhaustion starting to hit me. I take a quick shower while Blossom settles the babies into their cribs for the night. When I come out, I see her on the couch, curled up with her eyes half-closed. She’s tired, but she looks content.
I join her on the couch, letting out a long sigh as I sit beside her. We’ve made it through another day. Somehow.
“I don’t know how we’re doing it,” Blossom murmurs, leaning her head against my shoulder.
