Chapter 23

Mabel POV

“Mommy, can we get a puppy today?”

I looked up from my coffee to find three eager faces staring at me across the breakfast table.

“A puppy?”

“Yes!” they chorused.

I glanced at my wristwatch. It was 9:00 a.m. on Thursday morning.

“Please, Mommy,” Damian pleaded.

“We'll take care of him,” Nathaniel promised.

Eloise nodded so hard her ponytail bounced. “We already picked a name.”

Six years of motherhood had taught me one thing: whenever my triplets agreed on something, resistance was futile. Besides, a puppy might be just the distraction they needed from all the questions they'd been asking about their father.

“Alright.