Page 86 of The Billionaire's Most Unexpected Triplets

“I know,” he whispers back.

He pulls out, and I slide down the wall so that I’m standing on the floor.

Our eyes lock, and I’m nearly blown away by all the love and admiration on his face. This man and our children are my everything; even a year in and it still seems too good to be true.

“I love you,” he says softly.

“I love you too.” Grinning big, I pull my dress back on and smooth my hair.

Jack kisses me tenderly, twists his fingers in mine, and leads me back down the stairs and to the backyard.

Even more guests have joined, and the triplets are playing in the inflatable ball pit, my grandparents watching them like hawks.

Bending down, I scoop Scarlett up in my arms and kiss her cheek. “Happy first birthday, pumpkin.”

She giggles and waves her pudgy arms. “Dat!”

“What thing?” I look where she points and see the cake on a big table.

With three tiers and covered in plastic farm animals, the cake is something to behold. I’m not surprised that my baby girl is fixated on it.

“Maybe it’s time to light the candles and sing Happy Birthday.” Jack already has both boys in his arms.

“Sure.” I grin at him, and he winks back, making heat flood through me.

I know we’re both still thinking about the stolen moment we just shared upstairs. My body is already aching for more, but it will have to wait.

Luckily, it won’t be disappointed. Jack’s appetite for me is nearly insatiable, and I’m not far behind him. The moment the triplets are in bed tonight, we’ll be having our own party.

We carry the triplets over to the cake, and Taylor does the honors of lighting the three candles — one for each of them.

“Happy Birthday….” Jack starts singing in his deep voice, and one by one everyone joins in.

Mason claps his hands with excitement while Scarlett wiggles in my arms, trying to get at the cake. Maverick, poor buddy, looks like he might cry at any moment.

He makes it through, though, thanks to his great grandma tickling his cheek and making him giggle. The song ends, and everyone claps.

“Blow them out! Like this!” I purse my lips and lean into the cake in an exaggerated motion.

The babies have no clue what to do, but it doesn’t matter. All three of them are excited now, and there’s lots of fun and laughter as we cut them each a slice to go crazy with.

“Cake!” Scarlett yells, slamming her pudgy fist into her slice.

I gasp. “Yes! That’s right. Cake!”

Cake turns into music and dancing, which turns into cornhole and pony rides. The afternoon is the best one I’ve probably had in my whole life, and I don’t know how it could get better.

As the party winds down and people start to show signs of leaving, Jack slips his arm around me and raises his voice.

“I’d like to thank everyone for coming today,” he says. “It means a lot to us that you all are here to celebrate our triplets first big day.”

His hold on me tightens, and I snuggle closer to his chest. If I could, I would melt right into him.

“The last year,” Jack continues, “has been the most wonderful one of my life. It used to be, I thought I knew what success was. I thought I knew what happiness was.”

His soft gaze finds mine, and my throat clogs with emotion.

“I was wrong,” he says, our eyes locked.

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