Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 90290 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 451(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90290 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 451(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
And my boys. I missed having Noah, Maverick and Jace in the house with Juniper. Granted, the house would’ve felt crowded and probably would’ve driven Liam out the door, but I needed them. Video chatting with Noah, while he’s still in Portland is not a substitute for having him in Beaumont. Beside the fact that I miss him, he’s missing moments with his children, and I hate that for him. I know I could’ve stayed in Portland, but not without a ton of help—the help I have in our hometown. Having family surrounding us twenty-four seven is the perfect way to heal.
Maverick and Jace came home right on schedule—my strong little warriors. Nick says they’re going to be just fine and growing the way they should. Each morning, I give the boys my undivided attention, trying to make up for the week Juniper had all by herself.
It’s funny to watch their little personalities come through each day. Juniper is an eye roller and Elle says she gets that from her. I don’t disagree. Each time one of the boys begins to fuss, Junie rolls those baby blues, but then seconds later starts her own fussing.
Right now, when I’m sitting down, I can hold all three. It’s the best feeling in the world having them snuggled on my chest. Noah loves it as well and when he’s home for the one to two days a week he can get in, it’s all he wants to do. This husband of mine sits on the couch, with his feet up and has a chest full of baby with his pup by his side.
Stevie Nicks is amazing with the triplets, as we suspected she would be. While we were at my in-laws the babies shared a room. Now that we’re in our new home, the twins share, and Juniper has her own. The rooms are next to each other, joined by a jack and jill bathroom. This bathroom is where our dog sleeps, right smack in the middle so she has easy access to both bedrooms. We tried to bring her back to our room, but she won’t have it. Stevie Nicks is wherever the babies are, standing guard and protecting them. I know they’ll end up being her best friend, especially when they’re highchair age and dropping food onto the floor for her.
Noah and I went with oval cribs and a color scheme of soft navy-blue and cream for the boys, and lavender for Juniper’s room. It’s a color Paige picked out and I fell in love with it.
In the few days we have lived in our new home, Talisa has come every day once Amelie and Mack leave for school. I love having her here. She’s someone to talk to and seems to know more about babies than anyone I know. I marvel at how she can carry both boys and still do things around the house.
Noah comes out of the bathroom, freshly showered and smelling like sin. He didn’t dry his hair fully in the back and water droplets sit on the ends of his hair, dropping eventually to the collar of his shirt. He’s dressed in a red and white plaid button down with a green sweater over the top. I stand there, staring at my gorgeous and sexy husband, who looks like a Christmas ornament.
“I love your sweater, and your shirt, but not together,” I tell him. “Not with the house being decorated for Christmas. You should wear something neutral.”
Noah throws his hands in the air and groans. “Do you want to dress me?”
I can’t help but laugh. “Wear your sweater. I like it and it’ll match the boys. Put a white shirt under it.”
“You got it,” he says and then kisses me. “What do I need to do to get the babies ready?”
“Nothing,” I say, shaking my head. “Talisa has the boys now and my mom is with Juniper getting her dressed. I just need to change.”
Noah waggles his eyebrows at me, looking all mischievous and not at all sexy. Any other time, I’d fall for the tactic, but not today, and not yet. I’m still firmly in the no zone.
“Horn dog.”
“You know it.”
He takes my hand and leads me into our walk-in closet which I’m embarrassed to say is as big as a bedroom. My husband has a lot of clothes and for someone who is only here a few days a month, he takes up most of the space. I change into an ivory-colored dress and add a green scarf to give our family portrait a bit of cohesiveness. This will be our first professional photo and I want our family to look somewhat put together.
The doorbell rings and my stomach drops. I’m nervous I’m going to say something I shouldn’t, and I honestly don’t want people to judge me. Noah must sense my jitters and pulls me into his arms.