Page 72 of Triplet Babies for the Billionaire
The baby shower is everything I could have dreamed of and more.
We’re in a gorgeous conference room at the hotel, which has been transformed into a cozy, whimsical space. The theme is woodland animals, and it’s absolutely adorable.
The tables are adorned with soft green and cream linens and decorated with tiny forest creatures like foxes, rabbits, and deer. There are garlands of leaves and pinecones hanging from the ceiling and little wooden crates filled with flowers that smell like spring.
The whole room has this peaceful, nature-filled vibe, and it feels like we’ve stepped into a fairytale.
I’m thirty-three weeks pregnant now, and my belly is much bigger than I ever imagined it would be.
I’m still adjusting to how different my body feels, but today, I’m focusing on the joy of the moment. The guests are cooing over my belly, complimenting how beautiful I look even though I feel like a waddling mess.
My mom, Tanya, is beaming with pride as she watches me. She’s so overjoyed about the triplets, and I can see how much she’s been looking forward to this day.
As I chat with her, she leans in, her smile widening. “Noah is such a handsome man,” she says, almost sounding dreamy in her tone.
I pause, surprised. She doesn’t mention his age, which is something I expected her to bring up. But she just seems so happy for me. It makes me feel even more secure in my decision, and I can’t help but smile, grateful for her support.
The day is flowing beautifully, and I can tell that my mom is enjoying herself. Noah has been nothing but kind and respectful, and seeing them meet for the first time felt...right.
It was a little awkward at first, but Noah shook my mom’s hand, and she smiled up at him warmly, commenting on how polite he was. When she mentioned how happy she was that we’re living together, Noah had nodded, looking a little shy but genuinely pleased.
It’s a relief to see them getting along. My mom is still on cloud nine about the triplets, and Noah’s calm demeanor put her at ease. The day feels like a celebration, not just of my growing family but of the new life we’re building together which includes my mother.
She’s the only family I have, and I hadn’t realized how much it would mean to me to be able to share these kinds of moments with her.
As my mom and Noah chat, Amy walks over to greet us, giving me a big hug. She knows my mom well, and they exchange pleasantries.
“Blossom has been watching your show almost every day now that she’s pregnant,” Amy tells my mother.
She turns to me and grabs my hand. “Oh! It’s a family tradition!” she exclaims excitedly. “You’ll have to watch it every time you’re pregnant.”
I laugh and roll my eyes. “Mom, with triplets on the way, I’m not sure there’s going to be any more pregnancies.”
She glances at Noah, and then winks broadly at me. “Oh, with a handsome man like that, I’m sure you can find the time to make a few more kids.”
I blush so hard I feel like my face is on fire. “Mom!” I scold, looking around. “You can’t say stuff like that.”
Noah chuckles. “She’s not wrong,” he says to me, pressing a kiss to my cheek. “I like the way she thinks.”
My mother grins unrepentantly at me. “See? Your man agrees with your mother.”
After we’ve talked for a bit, Amy heads back to Nicole, and I catch up with my mom.
“I think Amy and Nicole are getting close,” I say casually, trying to gauge her reaction.
My mom raises an eyebrow, her smile turning into a mischievous grin. “Well, good for them. Amy deserves to find someone special.”
I smile, happy to see my mom’s approval. It feels like everything is falling into place.
After a while, I step away to grab a drink from the concession table. As I pour myself a glass of punch, I overhear Amy and Nicole chatting, and I can’t help but smile. They’re standing off to the side, just out of earshot, and I hear Amy’s laugh before anything else. It’s a warm, soft sound, and I can tell she’s comfortable with Nicole.
“I just don’t know what I’d do without you,” Amy says quietly, her voice a little more serious. Nicole responds with something I can’t catch, but the tone is gentle, affectionate.
“You’ll never have to,” Nicole says next. There’s a pause, and when I peek around the corner, I see them looking at each other with a quiet understanding. Amy smiles, and I can feel the weight of the moment—there’s something between them.
They’re not saying it, but I can see it. They’re getting closer, and I feel a warm wave of happiness for Amy.
She deserves this: someone to care for her, someone who sees her. And it makes me feel so blessed, knowing that the people I love have found their own happiness, too.
