Page 82 of The Billionaire's Most Unexpected Triplets

He smiles, relief flooding his features. “One day at a time.”

We sit there for a little while, holding hands and watching the babies sleep. It’s a peaceful moment, and for the first time in a long time, I feel like everything is going to be okay.

As we sit there, I notice the way the dim lighting casts shadows over Jack’s face, highlighting the stubble on his jawline. I can feel the heat emanating from his body and I realize how much I’ve missed being this close to him. His hand is still interlocked with mine, and I feel safe and cared for.

I turn my gaze back to the sleeping babies, their chests rising and falling in a steady rhythm.

Jack wants a future together. A one with all five of us.

After all the hurt and pain, can we really make it work? Can we put the pieces back together and form a family? Part of me is skeptical, but another part of me is hopeful.

“Leah?” He interrupts my thoughts.

I look up at him, noticing the way his eyes seem to twinkle in the low light. “Yes?”

His eyes shine. “I’ve missed you so much.”

My heart nearly breaks in two. “I’ve missed you too,” I whisper, my voice cracking.

One of the babies wiggles and cries. Instantly, Jack’s attention snaps to her.

“What does she need?”

“She’s hungry.” I adjust her on my chest so she can breastfeed.

I know that we’re in for many sleepless nights with three babies waking up needing to eat, but I’m ready for it. No, more than ready. I’m excited.

Jack watches with fascination as our baby girl nurses, and I have to smile at his genuine awe.

“We need to name them,” I say.

He blinks at me. “You don’t already have names picked out?”

I shake my head, smiling at the thought of choosing names for our three little ones. “No, I wanted to wait until they were born. I figured when I saw them, I would know.”

He nods, already deep in thought. “Okay. Let’s start with our daughter.”

We spend the next hour or so brainstorming names for our baby girl. We throw out all sorts of options, some traditional, some unique.

“What about Scarlett?” Jack suggests, and I can see the genuine excitement in his eyes.

I consider it for a moment, trying it out on my tongue. “I like it,” I say finally. “Scarlett, it is.”

Jack beams. “Now two more to go.”

“Reese?” I suggest. “Archer? Cooper?”

“Anything you decide is perfect,” he says, gaze fixed on my face.

I laugh. Who is this man? It’s Jack, but he’s so different. He’s not the man who slammed the door in my face the last time I saw him.

The pain of that memory makes me stop laughing right away. I feel like I might be sick.

“What?” He touches my forehead. “Are you okay? Should I get a nurse?”

“No.” I lick my lips. “I was thinking about… the last time we saw each other.”

“Right.” His face darkens. “Fuck, Leah, I’m so sorry.”

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