Touchdown: Sharks Football Book Three by North Leslie

Author:North, Leslie
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-04-05T00:00:00+00:00

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The next day, Maxwell floated on air. His early wake time barely registered; he was smiling and invested throughout practice, only two things occupying his mind: football and Jill.

But not just memories of last night. He was filled with thoughts about what might happen between them. What this meant for the future. What else they might be able to do while raising kids and living their lives. Ideas filled his head as he bounced between workouts and practice and tape review. Vacations to California. Disney World. A European getaway just for them, while the nanny stayed behind with the triplets.

Why had he been so dead set on keeping Jill in the Auntie category? After watching her unravel last night, he couldn’t even remember. And he planned on never remembering again.

He was still floating by the time he made it home. A workday had never passed so quickly in the history of time. When he entered the house, the familiar clamor of the family greeted him: kids screeching, Jill laughing, and indistinct hammering.

“Honey, I’m hooome,” he called out as he headed into the house. He found them all in the kitchen. The triplets were clanking on pots and pans while Jill got dinner ready.

“Why hello there,” Jill cooed, running her hands over the front of her apron. “You’re just in time for dinner and chaos.”

“That’s what I came for,” he said, pressing a quick kiss to her lips. It happened without even thinking—not like he minded. Jill didn’t look like she minded, either. “Can I help?”

“No, you just relax. Play with the kids. Be yourself.” She shooed him away when he peered into the pot on the stove. “What I’m making won’t be as good as yours, but it’ll be dinner. Now scoot.”

Maxwell laughed, heading to where the triplets were. Jill was busy in the kitchen behind them as he joined the triplets’ music session. After they’d exhausted their rhythms and started whining, he knew it was time for the high chairs. He got all three of them tucked into their seats around the table.

“I’ve got their food ready,” Jill said. “I just need a server.”

“That’s me.” Maxwell scooped up their little toddler bowls as she got them ready, a mix of grilled chicken chunks and rice in each bowl. He blew on the food to cool it off as he doled out each bowl, handing off their toddler sporks in turn. The triplets had been demanding autonomy during mealtime recently, which was usually both precious and full of food messes. He watched as the three navigated sporks to mouths, cheering them on.

Jill appeared with plates for the adults, setting them down at each end of the table. “Cilantro lime chicken with roasted vegetables and cauliflower mash.”

“Damn.” His mouth watered just looking at his heaping plate of food. “And you said you didn’t have the gourmet touch in the kitchen.”

“I took a lot of shortcuts with this meal,” she said with a grin as she slid into her spot across the table.

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