Page 47 of The Billionaire's Most Unexpected Triplets

“I heard you, honey. Triplets?” Grandma’s voice is trembling, and I can picture her clutching her chest in shock.

“Yep.” I nod. “Triplets. And yes, I know this is a shock. Both the triplets part and the… whole pregnancy part. And I know what you’re probably wondering. The father… he and I aren’t together, and that’s fine. I’m okay with it.”

My eyes fill with tears. Yep, I’m completely okay with that.

“I see.” Grandma’s voice is measured, and I can practically hear the gears turning in her head. Surely, she wants to ask me a dozen more questions, but she’s holding back. “Well, congratulations, Leah. This is wonderful news.”

Grandpa chimes in. “Triplets, huh? You’re going to have your hands full, girl.”

I smile through my tears. They’re doing their best to be supportive, but the old-fashioned people they are, they must be so shocked.

“Leah…” Grandma hesitates. “Honey, one baby is a lot, but three… What’s your plan?”

I swallow hard. “I’ll need a bigger apartment. And at least a part-time nanny.”

“And the father will be paying child support?” Grandpa’s voice has turned gruff.

“Yes.” Of course I’ll be getting child support from Jack. I’m on a good salary, but Olympus City is expensive. I can’t hire help and raise three kids on what I’m pulling in.

“Who is he?” Grandpa asks.

I hear Grandma quietly shush him, but no doubt she’s just as curious.

“He’s…” Here’s my chance. With this one conversation, I can get the whole truth out there and then be done with it.

Except I can’t bring myself to do that. I know that as a modern woman, I should be holding my head high and that I technically haven’t done anything wrong.

But I’m still embarrassed. This wasn’t how I saw myself becoming a mother, and I’m still grieving too much to be confident.

Add in the part that the triplets’ father is my boss, and it’s just too much. I’m not ready to share that information with my grandparents. Not yet.

Maybe not ever.

“Uh, he’s just a guy I met in the city.” I can’t think of a single lie to elaborate on it with.

“Just a guy you met in the city? And what does he think of all this? He’ll be there for the kids, right?” Grandpa is clearly on the edge of his seat now.

My mouth is dry. “I don’t know Grandpa. This is all so new.”

No, Jack won’t be there for the triplets. I already know that. I just can’t bring myself to say it out loud.

“Don’t overwhelm her,” Grandma whispers.

Grandpa ignores her. “Leah, how about you consider moving back here? Your grandma and I, we don’t have anything to do all day long. We could watch those babies while you go to work. You wouldn’t have to spend a dime on a babysitter.”

I close my eyes. The offer is tempting, for sure.

But there’s GourmetGlobal. There’s my career. I could work remotely, but it wouldn’t be the same. I wouldn’t be able to keep up with the competition the way I can here in Olympus City.

I’ve worked too hard for too long on my career to throw it all away.

“I don’t think that’ll be possible, Grandpa,” I finally say. “I love you guys, and thank you for the offer, but I need to stay here.”

There’s a long pause on the other end before Grandpa speaks again. “Well, all right then. I guess you’ve got your mind set.”

“I do.”

“You can change it anytime,” he says. “We’re always here for you.”

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