Page 111 of Hat Trick Daddies

Boarding begins, and we’re among the first to file onto the plane. The first-class cabin is extravagant, with wide reclining seats, pillows, and soft blankets.

It feels luxurious, and I sink into my seat, the boys flanking me, each of them looking as thrilled as I feel.

We settle the children among us for now, knowing that we will probably have to shuffle them around throughout the flight to ensure they’re happy.

The flight takes off smoothly, and the cabin settles into a quiet hum. I enjoy the view of the clouds out the window for a moment before getting up to stretch my legs and head to the bathroom.

The cramped space is just big enough for me to move around, and I use the moment to freshen up.

As I’m washing my hands, my phone buzzes with a text from Tyler.

>> Want to join the mile-high club?

My heart skips a beat, and I quickly type back.

>> Yes.

Barely a minute passes before there’s a knock on the door.

I open it, and Tyler steps inside, closing it behind him with the smooth confidence only he can pull off.

“Just me,” he says, a grin playing on his lips before capturing mine in a passionate kiss.

The thrill of it sends a rush through my veins, and I melt into him, the noise of the plane muffled outside our little secret sanctuary.

The plane lands smoothly, and as we step off into the warm Cabo air, the heat and humidity wrap around me like a comforting blanket.

The sun is dazzling, the sky a brilliant blue, and the distant sound of waves crashing against the shore fills the air.

The babies are quiet, probably a bit shell shocked from their first plane experience, but I’m not complaining about the quiet.

A cab pulls up, and we all pile in, our bags squeezed into the trunk. The driver smiles warmly, welcoming us in Spanish as we settle in for the ride to the resort.

As we drive, he asks about the triplets, telling Brooks, who speaks Spanish, all about his own children.

Brooks tells us that our driver has six kids and that he hopes we will have many, many more precious babies. He also tells us that babies are the joy of life and I frankly couldn’t agree more.

The streets we drive through are alive with energy. Brightly colored buildings line the roads, their stucco walls painted in shades of orange, pink, and yellow.

Vendors shout cheerfully, selling everything from fresh fruit to handcrafted jewelry, their stalls brimming with vibrant colors.

The scent of sizzling meat and spices wafts through the open cab window, making my stomach rumble.

We arrive at the resort, and my breath catches.

The entrance is grand, with towering columns and cascading bougainvillea framing the doors. Beyond it, I catch a glimpse of the private beach, golden sands meeting turquoise water.

As we check in, the receptionist hands us refreshing towels and glasses of cold, citrus-infused water.

Our suite is nothing short of spectacular. The large, luxury space opens up to reveal floor-to-ceiling windows that overlook the ocean.

A spacious living area, a full kitchen, and a dining space make up the main area. Two bedrooms, one master with a king-sized bed and another with two queen beds, offer plenty of space, though we all know we’ll be squeezing together anyway.

The balcony offers a breathtaking view of the ocean, the sound of waves crashing just below. The second bedroom is cozy but elegant, with its own balcony and charming views of the resort’s lush gardens.

The hotel has graciously set up three pack-and-plays for us in the second room. It couldn’t be more perfect because the triplets have fallen asleep.

All this travel has clearly been a lot for them. Each one of my men scoops up a baby and tucks them in for a nap.

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