Page 42 of The Billionaire's Most Unexpected Triplets

And I didn’t even do anything wrong. I was honest with Jack, just like I was raised to be.

And now look what’s happened.

My phone rings, Taylor’s name flashing up on the car’s screen.

“Hey,” I answer.

“How did it go?”

I laugh dryly, and it turns into a sob.

“Oh, no,” she says. “That bad?”

“He still thinks there’s no way he could be the father and that I’m trying to scam him.”

“Oh, girl,” she coos. “I’m so sorry.”

“He also said he has no qualms about firing me if I insist on telling people he’s the father. He says the board will let him have his way.”

“Oh, my God, Leah,” she says. “What are you going to do?”

“I don’t know,” I admit. “What am I supposed to do? All I did was tell the truth.”

“I know. Would an ice cream sundae help?”

“I don’t see how it could,” I say, but suddenly the thought of ice cream actually does make me feel better.

“Aw, screw it,” I say. “Let’s get ice cream. But… that’ll make you late getting back to the office.”

“So I’ll take an extended lunch. What’s Jack gonna do, fire everyone who takes a long lunch every once in a while?”

“Maybe,” I grumble, not willing to put that past him at all.

She gives me the address to an ice cream shop about five minutes from Leadsom Tower, and I snag a parking spot right out front. Taylor’s already waving at me from inside.

I hustle in, and we grab two sundaes from the counter and take them back outside, where the sun shines on some flowers in potted plants.

Nearby, a woman sits on a bench with two toddlers. One of them is spreading ice cream over the bench like it’s finger paint, and the other one is throwing a tantrum.

I watch as their mom keeps her cool, wiping the first kid off and scooping up the second one. It looks like a stressful situation, but she’s navigating it with ease.

I can only hope that I’ll be as much of a pro at motherhood as she is.

“You’re smiling,” Taylor comments.

I draw my gaze away from the family. “Huh? Oh, I was just thinking.”

“About kids.” She raises her eyebrows knowingly. “I can’t believe you’re having triplets.”

“Me either.” I stare into my sundae. When the doctor told me, I nearly fainted.

As far as I know, multiples don’t run in my family, so I never saw this coming. I’m still in shock, actually.

One baby is a lot of work. How will I deal with three?

And without a coparent, on top of that?

“You’ll pursue child support, right?” Taylor asks.

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