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Just as we finish eating, a loud cry breaks through the silence, followed by another, and then another. My stomach drops, and I see the same exhaustion on Blossom’s face as she looks at me, her expression one of resigned amusement.
"Looks like our peace and quiet is over," she says with a tired laugh, getting up from the couch. I can already feel the weightof the situation, but we both stand up and exchange a knowing look. It’s not even a question anymore. It’s just part of our routine.
We shuffle toward the nursery, our steps synchronized, the exhaustion of new parenthood creeping into our bones. As we reach the door, the sound of the babies crying intensifies. It’s chaos, but it’s our chaos, and somehow, even after everything, I wouldn’t change a thing.
Blossom and I stand in the doorway for a moment, taking it all in: the noise, the mess, the whirlwind that is now our life. Then, we march forward together, ready to handle whatever comes next. Because we’re in this together, always.
“We’ve got this,” I whisper to her, and she nods, her tired smile softening the weight of the moment.
And somehow, in the midst of the chaos, I know we do.
Chapter Thirty
Noah
I stand in front of the mirror, adjusting my tux, taking a deep breath as I look at my reflection.
Today’s the day. The day I’m marrying Blossom.
The excitement in my chest is overwhelming, but there’s also a quiet calm that settles over me. I’ve never been more certain of anything in my life. I pull the collar of my jacket straight, trying to focus on the task at hand.
The babies are a year old now. Time has flown by, but it feels like this has been such a long time coming.
I think back on everything, on how much we’ve been through together, and I can’t help but smile. From the sleepless nights with the triplets to the chaos of early parenthood, every moment with Blossom and the kids has been an adventure, and now here we are.
I’m about to marry the woman I love.
I look at myself again in the mirror, straightening my tie one last time, and I can’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude. I’m about to make a promise to her, to build a future together, and nothing has ever felt more right.
I check my watch. Soon, the ceremony will begin, and Blossom will be walking down the aisle toward me. I can already picture it, and I can’t wait for it to finally be real.
There’s a knock at the door, and I turn around to see Nicole coming in, a smile on her face as she enters.
“Well, look at you,” she says, her eyes sweeping over my tux. “I have to say, you clean up well.”
I grin, feeling the warmth of her presence. “Thanks, Nicole. Can you believe this day is actually here?”
Nicole’s smile softens, and she gives me a knowing look. “I’m happy for you, Noah. Really. You deserve this.” She rolls closer and pulls me into a hug. I return the gesture, feeling the genuine love she has for me.
When we pull away, she grins and shakes her head. “You know,” she says, “it’s only a matter of time before it’s my turn. And I’m not talking about getting dressed up.”
I raise an eyebrow, chuckling. “Is that so?”
Nicole’s eyes twinkle, and she pulls out a small box from her pocket, flipping it open to reveal a huge diamond ring. I blink in surprise, not expecting this.
“I’ve been thinking about it,” she admits. “I wanted to ask if it’s okay for me to propose to Amy at your wedding.” She laughs nervously, almost apologetic. “I didn’t want to be annoying, but I thought it might be a good moment to do it.”
My heart swells with pride. “Of course you can, Nicole. I think she’s going to say yes. It’s obvious how much you mean to her.”
Nicole’s smile is wide as she listens to me. “Really?” she asks, her voice almost disbelieving.
I nod, my tone serious. “The way she looks at you, sis…she loves you, and you love her just the same. Trust me.”
Nicole wipes a stray tear from her cheek, her eyes full of emotion. “I know,” she says quietly. “I see that same look in Blossom’s eye when she looks at you.”
My heart skips a beat, and I smile at her, the moment settling over me. It’s a reminder of what’s so special about my relationship with Blossom. We’ve been through so much together, but the love we share feels like it’s been there from the start, even in ways we couldn’t have understood at first.
I hug Nicole tightly again, squeezing her gently. “I’m proud of you. Amy’s a lucky woman.”
