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She laughs, shaking her head. “Give me some time to adjust to having triplets first, Brooks. One life change at a time.”

I chuckle, pressing another kiss to her forehead. “Fair enough. There’s no rush.”

I glance at Nick and Tyler, and our eyes meet. There’s a silent understanding between us, an acknowledgment of everything we’ve built together.

They both blow playful kisses to Ally, making her laugh again.

This is our family, and it’s perfect.

Perfectly us.

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

Ally

The past yearhas felt like a whirlwind, but somehow, everything has fallen into place.

Juggling three babies, planning a wedding, and managing my responsibilities as the team doctor has been nothing short of chaos, but it’s the best kind of chaos.

After completing my fellowship and graduating, the team officially hired me as their full-time physician, fully replacing Dr. Martin.

True to his word, he retired almost immediately after. Strangely enough, I never saw him again after he signed off on my hours. Not once.

It’s almost comical how that worked out. He barely mentored me, yet here I am, running the medical side of the team on my own.

Despite the challenges, I love my job.

The players respect me, and the staff has been nothing but supportive. And somehow, amid all the work and sleepless nights with three little ones, I’m planning a wedding to three incredible men.

It’s unconventional, sure, but it’s ours, and it works.

I sit in the stands, the low hum of the crowd buzzing around me like a comforting melody. The stadium lights flicker and cast a golden glow over the ice, and I rock the triple stroller gently with one hand.

My babies stare back at me with wide, curious eyes, and I can’t help but marvel at how much they’ve grown in just a year.

Marcus, my dark-haired, hazel-eyed boy, is the happiest little thing. He giggles, staring at the bright stadium lights as if they’re the most magical thing in the world.

He’s so much like Tyler, charming, energetic, and endlessly curious.

Derek, on the other hand, is his polar opposite. His small scowl mirrors Brooks’ perfectly, and his medium blonde hair and stormy gray eyes make him look like a perfect blend of us.

He sits silently, his little fists curled as if he’s unimpressed with the loud crowd. He’s my little thinker, always observant, always calm.

Then there’s Elise, my radiant auburn-haired, hazel-eyed angel. Her gaze is sharp and focused, taking in everything around her with quiet intelligence.

She reminds me so much of Nick, thoughtful, perceptive, and grounded. Watching her, I know she’s going to grow up to be something extraordinary.

No one’s ever asked for DNA tests, and none of us want one. These children are ours, equally, wholly, and completely.

It doesn’t matter who they look like or who their biological father is. They’re ours, and they always will be.

I can feel the butterflies in my stomach as I glance down at the pristine jersey draped across my lap.

The bright team colors stand out even in the dim light of the stands, and the bold “PERRY” across the top with the number “1” fills me with both pride and nerves.

Tonight, I’m slated to skate out with the boys as part of a tribute to the “stars behind the team”, showcasing the people who work tirelessly off the ice. It’s a huge honor, but I’m not used to the spotlight.

The crowd grows thicker, the hum of chatter blending with the smell of popcorn and hot dogs wafting through the air.

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