Page 52 of Triplet Babies for the Billionaire
The shift goes by in a blur, with Courtney and I barely exchanging a word. We’re like two strangers working in the same space, each keeping to our corners. I keep my head down, focusing on the customers and the drinks, trying to push everything else out of my mind.
Courtney’s attitude is ice-cold, and I don’t want to engage. The last thing I need right now is another fight with her.
When Amy walks in for her shift, I almost feel a weight lift off my shoulders.
The familiar sight of her, her warm energy, is exactly what I need. She’s a welcome distraction from Courtney’s passive-aggressive silence. I give her a small wave and a relieved smile as she slips behind the bar.
“Hey, Bee! How’s it going?” Amy asks, immediately bringing a sense of normalcy with her.
I can’t hide the relief in my voice. “I’m so glad you’re here. It’s been...a day.”
Amy smiles, clearly sensing the tension in the air. Courtney, on the other hand, doesn’t hide her irritation. I can see her eyeing Amy like a hawk, her gaze sharp every time Amy speaks to me. Amy doesn’t let it phase her. In fact, she seems to find it almost amusing, sending side-eye after side-eye Courtney’s way.
It’s petty, but it’s exactly what I need to feel like things are okay again. The rest of the shift goes by smoothly with Amy here, but I can feel Courtney’s resentment simmering beneath the surface.
As Courtney heads off for her break, I lean over to Amy, my voice low. "You wouldn’t believe what happened earlier," I say, trying to keep my voice steady. Amy’s already polishing glasses, but she stops what she’s doing and gives me her full attention.
"What’s going on?" she asks, sensing the tension in my voice.
I look around, making sure no one is listening. "Courtney just tried to blackmail me," I whisper, shaking my head in disbelief. "She told me that if I didn’t leave Noah, she’d tell everyone about us. Like that’s something she can use against me."
Amy’s jaw drops, and she freezes for a moment, processing what I just said. “Wait—what? She actually threatened you? What a freak.”
I nod, feeling a little embarrassed to even be telling Amy this, but I trust her. She’s the one person who’s always had myback. Besides Noah, I realize with a little startle, and the thought warms me from the inside out.
"Yeah, she did. But I didn’t back down. I told her to go ahead and call him, see how that goes. She was just bluffing, though."
Amy shakes her head, her eyes wide with disbelief. "She’s nuts. You should get her fired. Seriously, she has no business trying to control you like that."
I let out a small laugh, shaking my head. "Could I even do that? I mean, could I get her fired for that?" The idea of getting her out of my life sounds tempting, but I don’t know if it’s that simple.
Amy’s grin widens. "If it were up to me, I’d make sure she’s gone by the end of the day. But I think you could at least bring it up to Noah or management."
Courtney is still on her break, and the bar is quieter now, just a few regulars sipping their drinks.
Amy and I work in sync, passing drinks back and forth, the comfortable rhythm of the shift settling in. But the emotional toll of what’s happened today hasn’t gone away. I can’t shake the anxiety that’s been building in my chest.
I lean in closer to Amy, my voice quieter now, a little more vulnerable. "I don’t know what to do, Amy. I’m really worried about Noah. About the baby. I mean, what if he’s not ready to be a dad? What if he doesn’t really want this? Wantme?"
Amy stops for a moment, her hand stilling as she looks at me, sensing the depth of my concern. "What are you talking about?" she asks, her tone soft.
"I don’t know, I just...I feel like I’m not what he signed up for. I’m just a bartender, struggling to make ends meet. I’m pregnant, and that’s a lot for someone like him. He’s got his whole life together; he’s rich, successful, everything I’m not. I just don’t know if I’m going to be enough."
Amy leans across the bar, her eyes soft but direct. "Bee, that’s crazy. He cares about you. I’ve seen it. You’re overthinking all of this."
But even with her reassuring words, the doubt still lingers.
I can’t help but feel like I don’t belong in his world, that I’m not enough to be the mother of his child.
Amy’s words don’t erase the doubt in my heart, but I try to let them settle in. She’s right, though, Noah’s been nothing but kind to me.
Still, I can’t shake the fear that I’m not enough for him.
"I just keep thinking I’m this poor kid who had a teen mom and now I’m a bartender, working my ass off just to make rent. I’m with this rich, handsome, famous guy, and I can’t stop wondering why he would even want to be with me."
Amy gives me a look, and I know she’s not having it. "Blossom, stop. You think you’re the only one with insecurities? You think Noah’s perfect? He’s human, just like you. He wantsyou, not your paycheck or your status. And you know what? If he didn’t, he wouldn’t be with you."
I take a deep breath, trying to hold back the tears that threaten to spill.
