AMBER POV
After we broke the news yesterday evening, the triplets were practically glued to me. And when I say glued, I mean it in the literal sense. I couldn’t even go to the bathroom without one of them shadowing me. I had three freaking alphas all hovering around me like I was some fragile thing that might break any second. They were sweet, I’d give them that—but damn, it was a lot.
I couldn’t exactly complain about the breakfast they brought me in bed. The coffee was perfect—strong and aromatic with cinnamon sprinkled on top, just the way I liked it. And there was a Danish, my favorite—plump and fresh with a delicate drizzle of icing. The kind of breakfast that was supposed to make me feel like a queen. But honestly, it didn’t quite hit the spot, not with the way my stomach was doi
