Library
Search
Home / Romance / My Precocious Triplets Brought me a Husband For Christmas / 000008

Share

000008

Author: Choleric_vee
last update Last Updated: 2025-12-26 17:43:50

Chapter 8

Tyler didn’t announce himself.

He stood at the end of the hall with his book under his arm and peered into the kitchen without going in.

Stephanie was seated at the table, her sleeves rolled up, and the tip of her pen racing across a yellow notepad. Peter was sitting across from her, had taken off his jacket, and loosened his tie, and was resting his hands on the table. He was not reclining. He wasn’t spreading out. He took up only as much room as needed.

Tyler observed that.

Peter was speaking in a low voice. Stephanie did not interrupt.

That too Tyler noted.

Bryan was standing just inside the living room door, paused in the narrow space between entering and belonging,feigning to straighten a pile of magazines. Perry was sprawled on the floor, and his back pressed against the edge of the couch. A book lay open in his hands, occasionally turning the page, pretending to read but definitely not reading.

Tyler did not move.

Peter stopped talking in the middle of a se
Continue to read this book for free
Scan code to download App
Locked Chapter
Previous Chapter Next Chapter

Latest chapter

  • My Precocious Triplets Brought me a Husband For Christmas    0026

    Morning Returns to Him in Pieces.Peter had always been more aware of the silence that followed after something loud had finished.The wedding had been loud, not in a traditional sense, but in attention. Emotion. Witness. Joy that wanted to be seen, shared, acknowledged. Even happiness was heavy when it came under that many eyes. The vows. The applause. Tyler’s voice was steady and unflinching. The children laughing too loudly, as if they were scared the moment might get away from them.But now, walking down the silent hallways of his office tower was like stepping into a whole different atmosphere.The elevator hummed.The doors opened.Life resumed.He was greeted by the usual smell of the waxed floors and the coffee pot. Phones rang faintly down the hall. Keyboards clicked. A copier whirred and stalled. The building had risen, but in the modest, staid way he knew best.“Hey, married man !” a colleague called.Peter smiled before he saw who it was.“Congratulations,” said a junior a

  • My Precocious Triplets Brought me a Husband For Christmas    0025

    The morning came in silence.There was no alarm clanging. No wave of terror had jolted Stephanie awake. It wasn’t smoke, it was light, soft, winter-pale light, that seeping in under the curtains and landed on her eyelids as they were tightly shut like a gentle palm. For a long moment, she held still.She lay quiet, attentive. The house was breathing all around her. Pipes muttered softly. Somewhere down the hall a door creaked, then shut. A muffled laugh came next ,Bryan’s, unmistakably too bright for this hour. Perry’s voice came after, lower, mock-stern. Tyler’s wasn’t going to come. He never got in on the yelling. But she knew he was awake. She always knew.Stephanie exhaled slowly.Today.The word hadn’t set her off into panic. It was miraculous.She opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling and let the truth of the day sink into her bones instead of bouncing off the armor she no longer wore. No hearings. No filings. No crisis lurking just behind her phone screen. Just this mor

  • My Precocious Triplets Brought me a Husband For Christmas    0024

    The house roused itself slowly on Christmas morning.Not with chaos or shrieks or the ripping of wrapping paper that used to mark the holidays years ago, but moving to a more sedate tempo, as if everyone inside has learned how to tiptoe around something fragile and precious.Stephanie spotted it as soon as she opened her eyes.The silence was not blank, It was kept.She was still lying down for a moment, listening. The soft thud of feet upstairs. A muffled laugh, Bryan’s, unmistakable. Perry’s low murmur, already negotiating something. Tyler’s deeper tone responding, calm but firm.They were awake.They were together.And she wasn’t getting that same old spike of anxiety that came with that realization for the first time in a long, long time.Her body felt heavy but not in the way that tiredness usually made it feel heavy. But this was different. This was the weight after letting go. After the adrenaline drained Away. After the walls came down and stayed down long enough to remind he

  • My Precocious Triplets Brought me a Husband For Christmas    0023

    The room did not change when the mediator said it.No change in the air. No communal sigh of relief. No feeling of victory snapping into place as it did in movies or case files or the edited story lines people liked to tell at some distance later.“We’re finished here.”The words fell gently, almost apologizing for themselves, as if the man who spoke them were aware that they were not enough to hold what they needed to conclude.Stephanie remained seated.Her pen was still in her hand. She had not realized she was gripping too tight until the pain in her fingertips flared up, blunt and unyielding. The table was made of the same smooth veneer it had all afternoon reflecting the overhead lights muted reflecting Catalina’s impeccably poised self on the other side of the table.Catalina appeared unbowed.That, Stephanie thought drowsily, was right.She seemed… contained. Her shoulders were still square. Her spine still straight. But something about her mouth had tightened, as if it were j

  • My Precocious Triplets Brought me a Husband For Christmas    0022

    Tyler woke up the next morning to notice the difference in the way silence hung around. Not the hollow one. Not the brittle, waiting-to-break kind. This silence had heft, like snow on resting branches —soft, careful, deliberate. The house didn’t hurriedly jolt him awake. No slammed doors. No rushing  of feet. No anxious buzzing behind the walls like an alarm system on the fritz.Something had shifted.He was on his back, looking up at the ceiling and thinking about the night before in pieces. Not the details—he hadn’t been close enough for that—but the overall impression. The hum under the floorboards . The House smelled...Sturdier. As if it had exhaled and decided to remain as such.Stephanie hadn’t cried.That alone was unusual.Tyler rolled onto his side, his frown deepening. He wasn’t the type of guy to captivate change. He catalogued it. Logged it. Tested it for weaknesses. Change can be temporary. It might also be a trick.But this didn’t sit like a trick.It seemed well-earned

  • My Precocious Triplets Brought me a Husband For Christmas    0021

    The door clicked as it closed behind her, and the noise seemed louder than it ought to have been, conclusive in a manner she hadn’t braced herself for. The mediation, Catalina’s email, the sweet taste of exhaustion, well, everything was pressed into her chest. She rested one hand on the wall for support and the other on her stomach, as if securing herself physically could help halt the shaking in her mind.She was breathing in short gasps. Not a sob. Not a sigh. Something between them, raw and unrefined, a muted recognition that the day had been excessively demanding. Every tightly reined in moment, every measured reply, every snappy word she’d had to use to keep herself under control now was riding over her like a juggernaut she’d never seen coming.The house was quiet, but the silence did not calm her. The walls seemed to tilt, to lean in, to wait, not intimidating, not merciless just patiently, as if they had nowhere else to be but here, with her. She rested her hand on the counte

More Chapters

You may also like

Explore and read good novels for free
Free access to a vast number of good novels on GoodNovel app. Download the books you like and read anywhere & anytime.
Read books for free on the app
SCAN CODE TO READ ON APP
DMCA.com Protection Status