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Peter felt it before he confessed to it.

Not the attraction, that had been there longer than he cared to track, woven quietly into shared silences, into the way conversations lingered after their original purpose dissolved. It had slipped in unseen, cloaked as respect. As relief. As ease.

What changed was that it trailed him when he went away.

He stayed in his car long after the engine ought to have been running, the keys still warm in his hand. The clock on the dashboard emitted a soft glow. Down the street the street had merged its late-afternoon beat, traffic in the distance, a dog barking two houses down, the low hum of life carrying on.

The light on the porch behind him was reflected faintly in the windshield.

Stephanie’s house.

That is now too familiar.

He exhaled slowly and leaned forward, letting his forehead rest on the steering wheel. The leather was cool. Solid. Grounding.

Nothing grandiose or rash. None of them were moments big enough to make a noise. They do it in snips a
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  • My Precocious Triplets Brought me a Husband For Christmas    035

    The house had never been this quiet.Not the peaceful aftermath of laughter, or the rest that children mustered when asleep. This was different, thin, stretched, as if silence itself were taking a breath.Stephanie was alone in the living room, the lights low enough to blur the lines of everything she knew. Peter had gone upstairs ahead of them, finally overtaken by exhaustion after days of celebration, adjustment, joy layered with routine. He’d kissed her temple, whispered something about an early morning, and was gone down the hallway, unaware of the stir within her.She hadn’t followed.Instead, she just sat on the couch, her legs folded beneath her, her hands clasping a mug she hadn’t drunk from in several minutes.Opposite her, tucked beneath the family photos on the console table, was the wedding frame.She hadn't intended to put it there. It had only come to rest in her line of vision, like the house wanted it viewed.That image was very pretty.Indubitably so. Sunlight had ca

  • My Precocious Triplets Brought me a Husband For Christmas    034

    Stephanie could tell the first thing that was off: how her office felt so quiet when she showed up.Not serene, but quiet as a room becomes when sound has just exited it. As if someone had been uttering something right before she walked through the door, and the walls were still debating on whether to hold onto the secret.She stopped on the threshold, fingers still clutching the knob, listening.Nothing.The city hummed softly through the glass. Traffic. Voices. Life moving along, a safe, disinterested distance.She went in and closed the door behind her.Last night hung on her in pieces. Peter’s arm around her waist, the solid reassurance of his presence, the way she’d promised, honestly, that she’d tell him if something was wrong. She had meant it.She still did.But as she’d come to know over years of litigation, truth was seldom a single thing in truth. It came in stages. Sometimes it had to be handled before it could be shared. Stephanie set down her bag and booted up her compu

  • My Precocious Triplets Brought me a Husband For Christmas    033

    Silence had weight.Peter sensed it the instant he shuttered the front door behind them not brash enough to make itself known, not cutting enough to cause harm, but there all the same. It seeped into the house like twilight, gradually and unavoidably, occupying nooks and crannies that sunlight never exposed you to.The house smelled like lemon and something warm garlic, perhaps. Dinner. Normal. Domestic. The type of night he had been dreaming of for years and had never quite believed his dreams might come true.He pulled off his tie, dropped his keys in the bowl near the door, and tracked the soft stirrings of life to the kitchen.Stephanie was now at the counter, sleeves rolled to her elbows, hair loosely tied Back. She looked composed. Focused. As if nothing could ruffle her. Like so many times before when she needed to present herself as unruffled.“You shouldn’t have cooked,” he said kindly.She looked around, smiled. “I wanted to.”Not I had time.Not I didn’t mind.I wanted to.

  • My Precocious Triplets Brought me a Husband For Christmas    032

    The email came in at 6:42 a.m. Not loud. Not urgent. Not even labeled important. It half pushed, slid and rolled into her inbox with the quiet confidence of something that just assumed it was going to be read at some point. Stephanie only spotted it because she was awake earlier than usual. She lay very still in bed for a moment, listening to the house breathe, pipes ticking softly, a distant hum from the refrigerator, the faint shift of Peter beside her as he turned in his sleep. His hand lay at her waist, loose, unguarded. Trusting. That was still new. She reached for her phone without moving the rest of her body. Old habit. Lawyer reflex. The need to check before the world gets the jump on her. The subject line read: International Compliance Notice, Review in Progress. Her thumb stilled. She told herself it meant nothing. Banks sent those all the time. Automated systems flagged things constantly, duplicate charges, expired credentials, dormant accounts roused by paperwork errors. S

  • My Precocious Triplets Brought me a Husband For Christmas    031

    Stephanie was midway in the process of reading a deposition transcript again when her phone buzzed.Not rang.Vibrated.A subtle interruption that managed to bypass the conscious defenses until the body felt it.She didn’t go for it straight away.She kept her eyes on the page, but the words started to blur not because they were too hard, but because something in her chest constricted with a hushed, expectant feeling that wasn’t quite ready.“You’re tired,” she said to herself.In the late afternoon the house was silent in a provisional kind of way. The kids were upstairs, Tyler locked in his bedroom, Bryan half-listening to a video, Perry lying on the floor with a puzzle he wasn’t really piecing together. The noise of them was there, but it never pulled at the ear.Stephanie liked that kind of quiet.She eventually picked up the phone.Peter’s name was bright on the screen.Not a call.A message.She frowned a little.Peter didn’t text when he could talk. He didn’t like to be uncerta

  • My Precocious Triplets Brought me a Husband For Christmas    030

    The first time Peter heard her name uttered again aloud it was almost in passing.So casual that he nearly overlooked it.“…international compliance consult, Catalina Alvarez was involved early on, I believe.”The voice seemed to hover across the conference room table, distant and professional, without any historical burden.Peter’s pen stopped in the middle of writing.Just for a moment.Nobody saw anything.He kept his head down and his eyes on the printed brief in his hands, telling himself to keep breathing evenly. The meeting went on, charts flashed, numbers crunched, schedules argued over.But the name clung.Like a hairline fracture fanning out through the glass that is if you knew where to look.Catalina Alvarez.Not tied to him.Not tied to his case.Another jurisdiction. Different context. Different continent, he pondered.And yet, “Peter?”He blinked and looked up.“Yes?”Across the table, a co-worker warily tilted her head. “You were going to say something about the offsh

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