Page 193 of Triplet Trouble For My Billionaire Boss

All I know is that this moment—the sight of my son finally meeting his mother in the only way he can—is something I’ll never forget.

When Robbie finally stands, he turns back to me. His eyes are wet, but he’s not crying. “She was really great, wasn’t she?”

I smile, my throat thick. “Yeah, she was.”

He nods, looking at the headstone one last time before stepping toward Annie. Without hesitation, she opens her arms, and Robbie walks straight into them. She holds him close, resting her chin on top of his head.

And I know—right then, right there—that I made the right choice bringing them here.

Because we’re not just a broken past anymore.

We’re a future.

And it’s time to start living it.

I take a slow breath, steadying myself as Robbie steps back from Annie and wipes his eyes. He looks up at me, searching my face, waiting to see what I’ll do next.

I nod at him, then at Annie, before turning back to the headstone.

Robin.

I let out aslow exhale, shoving my hands into my pockets as I take a step closer. The granite is smooth beneath my fingertips as I trace the engraved letters of her name.

It’s been too long.

Too long since I stood here.

Too long since I let myself really think about her.

I swallow against the tightness in my throat and let my hands drop back to my sides.

“Hey, Robin,” I murmur. My voice comes out rougher than I expect, but I push through. “It’s been a while.”

Behind me, I feel Annie and Robbie stepping back and giving me privacy, but I don’t turn around. This is something I need to do.

“I should’ve come sooner. I should’ve brought him sooner,” I admit. “I know that. But I wasn’t ready.” I shake my head, my jaw tightening. “Hell, I don’t know if I ever would’ve been ready.”

The wind shifts, rustling the trees around us, the leaves whispering in the breeze.

I let out a quiet chuckle, shaking my head. “You probably would’ve told me to get my act together a long time ago.”

That’s what she always did—kept me in line, kept me moving forward. She never let me get too caught up in my own head.

But when I losther, I lost everything.

And for a long time, I didn’t care if I got any of it back.

I glance over my shoulder at Robbie. He’s standing next to Annie, her hand resting gently on his back.

I turn back to the headstone. “I almost screwed everything up, Robin.” My voice is lower now, almost ashamed. “With him.” I clear my throat, shifting my stance. “I let my grief take over. I let it pull me under, and I nearly lost him in the process.”

I let the words settle between us, letting the weight of them sink in.

“But then…” I trail off for a second, exhaling hard.

I look back at Annie, standing quietly, watching me with soft, understanding eyes.

I swallow.

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