Page 83 of The Billionaire's Most Unexpected Triplets

I nod slowly. “I know you didn’t want to talk to me. That—”

“That’s not true.” He gets on his knees so that we’re at eye level. “Leah, before you came over, I was thinking about how much I wanted to be with you. That night that we had dinner at your house it left me feeling… different. I started to think that maybe things would work between us.”

“What?” I stare at him. “Really?”

“Yes.” He grips my hand. “Really.”

I let that sink in. “I had no idea.”

“Yeah, because I’m a fucking idiot who didn’t tell you what I was feeling.”

That makes me chuckle. “Well, better late than never.” I give him a small smile, my heart swelling with hope.

“Absolutely.” His gaze softens, and then he clears his throat. “So, back to names. What about Mason for our baby boy with brown hair?”

I nod, liking the name. “Mason sounds good.”

He nods, then cocks his head at the baby who has red hair, just like me. “What about something more unique for the last one? Like, I don’t know, Maverick?”

I raise an eyebrow. “Maverick? Are you serious?”

He chuckles. “Hey, I like it.”

“Hmm.” I mull it over while looking at our little baby boy who is the most active. “You’re right. He does seem like a Maverick. And why not go for something big? It’s not like we’ll have any more kids.”

“We won’t?” His face falls, and there’s clear disappointment in his voice.

“You want more?” I stare at him.

“Leah.” He cups my face. “I want everything with you.”

Before I know it, tears are spilling down my cheeks. “I want everything with you, too.”

He kisses my forehead. “So… Maverick?”

I roll my eyes playfully. “Fine, Maverick, it is.”

We smile at each other, feeling a sense of completion now that the babies have names. He leans into me, our lips locking together in a soft, gentle touch.

The kiss is perfection. The kind that seals a deal, seals a promise. It’s me and him now.

And nothing could feel more right.

EPILOGUE

ONE YEAR LATER: LEAH

“Are there any one-year-olds in this house?” my grandpa playfully asks.

Before anyone can answer, he hustles into the living room, bypassing me to get to the triplets.

Maverick, Mason, and Scarlett all giggle with glee. Bending down, he showers them with kisses and hugs.

“Hello to you, too, Grandpa,” I chuckle.

He looks over his shoulder at me. “Sorry, kid.”

Grandma comes into the house beaming. “Hi, honey.”

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