Chapter 87 Triple the Trouble, Triple the Love
Chapter 87 Triple the Trouble, Triple the Love
Selene
The house is quiet—unusually so. For once, no one’s arguing over where to order takeout or which playlist to blast from the surround speakers. No buzzing phones. No late-night business calls. Just candlelight, soft jazz, and three of the most dangerous men I’ve ever known watching me like I’m made of glass.
I stretch across the bed, silk clinging to my skin.
“Why do you all look like I might shatter?” I tease.
“Because,” Adrian says, pulling the covers down gently, “you’re carrying triplets. You are a walking medical anomaly ”
John grins. “Our precious cargo.”
Kostas leans in, kissing the side of my belly with a reverence that makes my breath catch. “We plan to enjoy you, just a little softer tonight.”
And they do.
They touch me like I’m the most precious thing they’ve ever held. Gentle hands, slow kisses, whispered words of love in the shadows. Adrian massages my thighs, John kisses every inch of my chest with featherlight devotion, and Kostas slides between my legs like a worshipper approaching his altar.
When I come—slow, deep, shuddering—it feels less like an explosion and more like a wave carrying me out to sea.
They take turns. Carefully. Tenderly.
No roughness. No rushing.
Just warmth, closeness, and breathless murmurs.
Adrian moves inside me with aching precision, his forehead pressed to mine.
John spoons me, sliding in from behind, one hand splayed over my stomach as if claiming all four of us at once.
Kostas waits last—stroking my cheek, kissing my lips. “I’ll never get over how perfect you are ,” he whispers before slipping inside me, slow and full.
When they’re done—each of them releasing into me with quiet groans—we stay tangled together in a glowing, sleepy pile.
“I feel like a goddess,” I mumble.
“You are,” Adrian says, kissing my temple.
Later…
We shower together, soft laughter echoing through the steam. Then we grab wine and some freshly squeezed juice for me and sink into the hot tub under the stars, the water bubbling around us as my fingers toy with the edge of Adrian’s thigh.
“We need to talk plans,” John says, eyes half-lidded.
“I’m listening,” I hum, sipping my drink.
“We’re running out of space,” Adrian says. “This house is great, but… three babies? Three grown men? One queen? Not gonna cut it.”
“I agree,” Kostas nods. “It’s time we buy something bigger. Something permanent, we also need our own offices and a guest house and of course a custom bedroom .”
I blink. “Are we nesting right now? Like… officially?”
“Yes,” all three of them say at once.
The next morning…
We walk into the office together after they have fussed over me insisting I eat a huge breakfast , all four of us, and Jonathan nearly chokes on his coffee.
“Okay,” he says, pointing. “You’re glowing. You’re grinning. You’re all walking like you just closed the deal of the century. What the hell happened?”
“We’re having triplets,” I say with a smirk.
Jonathan blinks.
Then blinks again.
Then bursts out laughing. “Oh shit. Three? At once?”
“Yes.”
“And the lucky father this time is…?” He gestures dramatically at the three men around me.
We all shrug.
Jonathan gasps. “You don’t know?”
“It doesn’t matter ,” John says.
“It’s beautiful,” Adrian adds.
“It’s hot,” Kostas finishes.
Jonathan whistles. “You need a whole estate, not a house.”
That afternoon…
We meet with a luxury realtor who takes one look at the four of us and goes full red carpet mode. After a whirlwind of multi-million-dollar home tours, we find it.
A $5 million dollar double-story estate tucked into a private hillside neighborhood, surrounded by evergreens and silence.
The front is sleek and modern. The inside?
Stunning.
Marble floors. Vaulted ceilings. Fireplaces in every room. A kitchen that could host a Michelin chef and a yoga retreat simultaneously. It has a gym, sauna, steam room and tennis court,
A sprawling backyard big enough to raise a small country and a swimming pool and entertain area to die for.
We decide that our babies nursery to start will be two rooms combined, and our bedroom will take up as much space , there are extra rooms on the first floor that we decide will be offices for each of us .
The men immediately start barking orders.
“This all needs fencing,” Adrian says.
“Motion-triggered cameras at every gate,” John adds.
“And on-site security. 24/7,” Kostas finishes.
I stand in the master bathroom, staring at the soaking tub and tear up for no reason.
“This is it,” I whisper. “This is home.”
One week later…
We book the renovations and decide to fly back to the UK while the estate gets finalized. But before that, I have one thing left to do—get doctor clearance for travel.
All three of them insist on coming with me.
We sit in the exam room while the tech moves the wand across my belly, cool gel making me flinch. Then the screen flickers, showing all three fluttering heartbeats.
She frowns slightly. “Interesting…”
My heart skips. “What?”
She points. “Each baby is in its own amniotic sac, I've never in medical history seen this. Getting pregnant from two different men, is virtually a miracle , I'm not sure what to call this ."
The men go still.
I stare at the screen. “Wait… does that mean…”
I look at the doctor.
“Doctor,” I say, trying not to laugh, “is it possible each baby has… a different father?”
The doctor adjusts her glasses and smiles. “Given your unique relationship and the fact that they’re not sharing a sac or placenta… yes. It’s never been documented, but I guess it’s biologically possible.”
John makes a strangled sound.
Adrian grabs the counter.
Kostas fist-pumps the air.
I just sit there giggling while they all process the science experiment that is my uterus.
“Well,” I say, wiping tears from my eyes, “guess we’ll find out whose baby screams the loudest.”
We leave the Doctors office floating.
We’re having triplets.
They might each belong to a different man.
And somehow, it only makes us closer.
Next stop?
The UK.
And whatever madness waits beyond it.