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I pressed my ear to his chest and listened to his heartbeat so strong and steady. “I was afraid you’d think I was a monster.”

He kissed the top of my head and whispered, “You could never be a monster. I don’t know what this is you’re going through, but you don’t have to do it alone. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”

“I love you, Tristan.”

“I love you, princess. You gave me the greatest gift you could when you gave me your heart, and now you’ve given me three wonderful children. The only thing that could make me happier is if I knew you were happy.”

“I want to be happy. I do.”

“Then that’s my job now. To make you happy.”

The real fear that I’d never be happy again had settled into my brain during the weeks since the babies’ births, but now as I lay in Tristan’s arms after telling him my deepest, darkest secret, I believed I would be happy as a mother and wife. Maybe not that day or even the next, but with all the wonderful gifts I’d been given, I had to believe it would happen someday.

Epilogue

Tristan

“Open your eyes, sleepyhead.”

Looking up, I saw Nina standing over me with her Mom look on. “Let me guess. Time for my fun in the sun to end?”

“And time for theirs to begin,” she answered with a smile. “Not that I’m not totally loving the view of you relaxing in the sun with just shorts on, but we’ll save that for later.”


I reached out and pulled her by the arm down on top of me as I lay on the chaise lounge. “I don’t want to wait for later, so let’s see what we can sneak in before the kids come down.”

Nina squirmed in my hold, giggling as I playfully smacked her on the ass. “Tristan! I need to get up. I can hear Tressa coming.”

“So? What’s she going to see? Her parents madly in love? She better get used to it. I plan on this being the norm for a long, long time.”

My words stopped her wriggling, and she kissed me full on the mouth. God, I loved times like this when we stole moments together. Even five years after having triplets, my wife’s kiss still had the effect on my cock that it had since that first night together.

Looking down my body, she shook her head and smiled. “Three children and a nanny coming any second, and you’re hard as a rock. What am I going to do with you, Mr. Stone?”

“I can think of a few things,” I said as I lifted my hips off the chaise lounge to graze the front of her swimsuit.

She pushed herself off me, leaving me hard and committed to spending an afternoon at the pool with the kids. Life was tricky sometimes. A towel came flying at my head as she said, “Cover yourself, at least. Cara will think we’re some kind of pervs.”

Not that what some middle aged Italian woman thought mattered much to me, but I could see Nina’s point, so I quickly threw the towel over my lap and attempted to look nonchalant as the nanny and our kids came bounding down the pathway toward me.

“Daddy! Look! I have my swimmies on!” Diana screamed as she led the three of them toward the edge of the pool, proudly showing off her pink inflatables wrapped around each bicep.

“No jumping in yet!” Nina barked, trying to stop the stampede of children to inspect them. “Diana has her swimmies on, but Ethan, where are yours? And Tressa?”

The only other male in the house frowned and looked over at me for help. “Daddy, tell Mommy I don’t need swimmies. I’m not like Diana and Tressa. I know how to swim.”

“I know how to swim,” Tressa protested with her hands on her hips, which then encouraged her sister to give her opinion on her swimming abilities, causing all three of them to talk at once and saving me from having to insert my opinion on swimmies into the conversation.

Nina held her hands up in the air and loudly announced, “Enough! Anyone who has swimmies on can swim. No swimmies, no swimming.”

Cara held out two sets of inflatable arm swimmies, pink for Tressa and yellow for Ethan, and both children grudging walked over to accept them as Diana jumped into the pool to do her best cannonball. Personally, I didn’t feel the urgent need to have everyone wear inflatables in the pool, but Nina did, so worn they were.

When Mama was happy, everyone was happy.

“Daddy, come swim with me,” Diana pleaded as she bobbed near the edge of the pool. Nina shot me glance as if to warn me about what was going on under my towel, but the introduction of our children and their nanny had made any sexy thoughts instantly disappear from my mind, taking my hard-on with them.

“Only if you promise to swim in the deep end with me,” I teased as I stood and made my way to where she floated.

She looked up with that adorable little grin I liked to think she reserved just for me. “Okay, Daddy.”

From behind me, I heard the sound of feet slapping on the concrete and then a duo screamed, “Cannonball!” Diana’s eyes grew as wide as saucers as her brother and sister jumped into the pool next to her, nearly swamping her tiny body. Quickly, I slid into the water to grab onto her before she was swept away with the cannonball tidal wave.

“Tressa! Ethan! No more splashing your sister like that!” Nina ordered from behind me.

“Sorry, Diana!” they said in tandem as they swam toward the center of the pool to grab the beach balls.

Wrapping her arms around my neck, Diana clung to me as I began to walk toward the deep end of the pool. I saw the fear in her eyes as the water crept up inch by inch over her torso and whispered near her ear, “Trust me?”

In a tiny voice, she said in my ear, “I trust you, Daddy.”

“We should get Mommy in the pool,” I said, knowing that’s all Diana would need to begin the prodding that her brother and sister would quickly join in on.

“Mommy, Daddy says you should be in the pool. Please come swimming this time,” she pleaded.

I turned to look over at Nina and smiled, hoping she’d join us. “Yeah, come on in. I’m sure there’s a pair a swimmies you can wear.”

Nina gave me the raised eyebrow look and slid into the pool next to us, kissing Diana. “Big girls don’t need swimmies.”

“Mmmm…what do big girls need?” I joked, receiving a glare in response.

“Yeah, Mommy. What do big girls need?” Diana asked innocently.

Rolling her eyes, Nina tickled Diana on the ribs. “Big girls need a big kiss from their daughter. That’s what they need.”

Diana kissed her sweetly on the cheek and turned back in my arms to face me. “How about a kiss from Daddy too?”

“Mommy! Ethan took his swimmies off!” Tressa reported loudly from across the pool.

Jabbing me gently in the ribs, Nina winked. “Saved by the tattle. Looks like no kisses for you.” Turning away, she warned, “You two better behave or you won’t be able to see Aunt Jordan tomorrow.”

“Aunt Jordan is coming!” Tressa squealed in joy. “Yay!”

Nina swam away toward the other two children as I called after her, “Don’t think I won’t get you later!”

At eight o’clock, all three kids had finished their baths and were ready for bed. Nina sat on Tressa’s bed with one of her mother’s clay animal sculptures in her hand as she told them the story of how my mother and hers were best friends and how Diana and Tressa were named after them. As she finished her story, she kissed them all one by one and said, “Okay, time for bed.”

Ethan spied me in the hallway, and intent on squeezing out every moment awake he could, asked, “Can Daddy tell us a story tonight? He never gets to tell us any.”

A five year old’s guilt trip is one of the most powerful things in the universe. The boy was destined to be a captain of industry with manipulation techniques like that. Nina looked up at me and waved me in, reluctantly submitting to Ethan’s request if the look on her face was any indication of her opinion on my storytelling that night.

“A story? I don’t really tell stories very well,” I teased as I sat down on the bed next to Nina.

Tressa jumped up on my lap and looked up at me with a plaintive look in her deep brown eyes. “Tell the story about the day we were born. I love the part about Ethan.”

Diana and Ethan climbed onto Nina’s lap and settled in for the best story I had. “I was a surprise,” he said, quickly jumping to the exciting part, as far as he was concerned.

“Yes, you were a surprise. Your mother and I thought only your sisters were going to be born that day. Imagine our surprise when the doctor said, “Mr. and Mrs. Stone, congratulations, you have three children.”

Unsatisfied by my storytelling, Tressa tugged on my shirt to get my attention. “Now you have to tell another one. That one doesn’t count.”

“How about the one about the first time I met Mommy?”

My son’s face told me he was unimpressed with my choice, but Diana and Tressa’s eyes lit up like they always did upon hearing I’d tell the story about that first night I met their mother. Nina just smiled, secretly loving the story, even if she didn’t believe it was the absolute truth.

“One night I decided to go to an art gallery, even though I don’t like art, and your mother was there. I saw her and fell in love at that very moment.”


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