“Your family does everything in threes, apparently,” Marta said cheerfully. “Might as well keep the tradition going.”
“We’re having triplets,” Leo repeated, then started laughing. That uncontrolled, overwhelmed laugh meant his brain had short-circuited. “We’re having triplets.”
Orion had gone into planning mode, firing questions at Tashi about doctors, due dates, and risk factors. She answered patiently, her hand over his on her stomach.
Ten weeks pregnant. High-risk multiples. Everything looked good so far.
But high-risk meant danger. Complications. Things could go wrong.
“Where are you going for this babymoon?” I asked, focusing on what I could control.
“Maui. Private villa. Two weeks of beach, sun, and absolutely no stress.”
“We’re coming with you,” Orion said immediately.
“You can’t just leave the hotel?—”
“Neville can handle it,” Orion interrupted. “He’s been running security and operations for years. Two weeks won’t kill him.”
“And Marta knows the marketing side as well as you do,” Leo added, grinning at Tashi’s best friend. “Between the two of them, the Olympus Royale will survive.”
Marta straightened, looking pleased. “Damn right, it will. Neville and I make a good team.”
I caught the slight flush on her cheeks when she said Neville’s name. Interesting. I’d have to ask him about that later.
“Besides,” I said, my voice coming out rougher than intended, “you’re carrying our children. Plural. You think we’re letting you fly across the ocean without us?”
“It’s Hawaii, not Antarctica,” Tashi protested.
“Doesn’t matter.” Orion was already on his phone. “I’m calling our pilot. We’ll take the jet. It’s more comfortable than commercial flights, and we can leave tomorrow morning.”
“And I’m upgrading that villa reservation,” Leo said. “We’ll need more space. And a chef. And?—”
“Leo.” Tashi caught his hand. “It’s already a five-bedroom villa with a private beach and a full staff. I planned for you three to come.”
He blinked. “You did?”
“Of course I did.” She looked at each of us. “Did you really think I’d go on a babymoon without the fathers of my babies?”
Fathers.
I was going to be a father.
We were going to be fathers.
“Babies,” I repeated. “Three of them.”
“Three little Kolykos terrors,” Marta said with a grin. “God help us all.”
“We’re going to need a bigger suite when we get back,” Orion said. “Actually, we’re going to need a house. With a yard. Room for three cribs, three highchairs?—”
“One thing at a time,” Tashi interrupted, laughing. “First, we take a vacation. Then we panic about logistics.”
“I don’t panic,” Orion said automatically.
“You’re panicking right now,” Leo pointed out. “Your left eye is twitching.”
“It is not?—”
