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Story: Hat Trick Daddies (Minneapolis Marauders #1)

It’s hard to believe it’s been six years since the triplets were born.

Our lives have shifted so much since then, and every change has been for the better.

We moved into a sprawling house just outside Minneapolis last year, big enough for Elise to finally have her own room, something she adores, with its soft pink walls and shelves filled with her favorite books and toys.

The boys share a room across the hall, their walls adorned with posters of superheroes and sports teams.

The new house has been a dream, with enough space for our ever-growing family. The master bedroom is enormous, and we had a custom-made bed designed to fit all four of us comfortably.

It’s the centerpiece of our room, wide enough for snuggling but leaving plenty of room for personal space if needed. Of course, Nick and Tyler have their own rooms down the hall for nights when they want solitude.

But most nights, we’re all piled into the big bed, limbs tangled as we drift off together.

Raising triplets is no small feat, but having three incredible partners to help has made it so much easier. I can’t imagine doing this on my own.

Each of my husbands brings something unique to the table.

Brooks is calm and steady, the one who reads bedtime stories in his soothing voice until all three kids are asleep.

Nick is playful and imaginative, always organizing adventures and making up elaborate bedtime tales.

Tyler is the wildcard, teaching the kids to laugh at the little things and reminding them, and me, that it’s okay to be silly sometimes.

Our kids are thriving. They’ve each hit their milestones early, and I wonder if it’s because they’ve had so much love and attention from all of us.

It feels like we’ve created this perfect little village, and it shows in how happy and confident the triplets are.

There are still moments when I stop and wonder how I got so lucky.

Watching the kids play together or seeing Brooks, Nick, and Tyler all laughing with them fills my heart with a sense of completeness I never thought I’d find.

The triplets have grown into their own little personalities, each one unique and special.

Marcus is fearless, and his junior jiu-jitsu classes are a highlight for all of us. It’s hard not to beam with pride as he confidently takes on his opponents, using techniques he’s practiced tirelessly.

While we never play favorites, the guys love watching him succeed, cheering him on from the sidelines with almost embarrassing enthusiasm.

He’s also the most direct of all of our children, the most willing to tell us he doesn’t like something.

Elise, on the other hand, is already playing the violin and she’s learning her times tables!

At just six years old, she’s playing pieces most middle schoolers struggle with, her little hands moving deftly over the strings.

The sound of her practicing fills the house, and it’s beautiful, soft and lilting, like something out of a dream, just like the sound of her high-pitched squeals anytime Tyler tosses her in the air.

Then there’s Derek, our budding artist. He’s always drawing, sketching whatever catches his eye, from our cat Marcy to the imaginary creatures he dreams up.

His talent amazes all of us, and he’s constantly surprising me with his creativity.

None of us expected it, but now the fridge is covered in his masterpieces, and we’ve started framing some for the walls. I wonder if he’ll end up being a Picasso in his later life. I’m enthralled with his style already.

Watching their talents bloom has been a joy, and I can’t wait to see what they’ll do next. Every day in this life feels like an adventure, and there’s no telling where we’ll end up next.

Some of my favorite moments are the quiet ones we spend together at home.

Dinner is always an event, with everyone crowded around the table, the triplets chattering excitedly about their day while the boys and I laugh and share stories.

Afterward, we pile onto the couch, tangled together in a sea of blankets and pillows, watching cartoons or old Disney movies.

The kids call all of the guys “daddy”, which can be confusing at times. If one of them yells, “Daddy, come here!” all three men instinctively answer. But none of them seems to mind. In fact, they cherish it.

Brooks, Nick, and Tyler each see the triplets as their own, and it shows in the way they love and care for them.

As I sit here, Elise curled up in my lap, Marcus leaning against Brooks, and Derek lying against Tyler, I feel the weight of gratitude settle over me.

This is everything I’ve ever dreamed of and more.

Working as the team doctor at the stadium is a dream come true. Every day is filled with challenges, but I thrive on it.

Taping sprained ankles, stitching up cuts, and diagnosing everything from concussions to muscle strains, it’s what I was born to do.

The players respect me, and as far as I can tell, no one suspects the unique relationship I share with Brooks, Nick, and Tyler.

And honestly? Even if they did, I wouldn’t care.

This life, unconventional as it may be, is the life I chose for my children and my husbands.

Walking through the stadium’s labyrinth of hallways, I feel a sense of pride knowing I’m here because I earned it. Every time I step into my office or onto the ice, I remind myself of the promises I made to my family.

My children will grow up in a home full of love and stability, and my husbands will always have my support. That’s all that matters.

A couple of days later, I’m in my office, carefully splinting one of the player's broken fingers, when my phone buzzes on the counter.

Glancing down, I see the kids school number. “Hold on,” I tell the player, reaching for my phone.

The school counselor’s voice is apologetic but firm. “Ms. Perry, your kids have been...wrestling with another boy during playtime. They’re using what looks like hockey moves.”

A laugh bubbles up, but I suppress it. “Wrestling? Are they okay?”

“They’re fine, but the boy’s parents weren’t too thrilled,” she says gently.

I bite back a smile. “Understood. I’ll send their dad over shortly.” Hanging up, I turn back to the player, who’s eyeing me curiously.

“Your kids always this crazy?” he asks, smirking.

I grin. “Have you met their dad?”

He chuckles as I finish up.

Handing him a care packet, I send him off with a warning not to stress the finger, dialing Brooks as I clean up my tools.

Brooks picks up on the second ring. “What’s up, babe?”

I explain the situation at daycare, detailing the "hockey move" debacle. He sighs, though I can hear the pride in his voice.

“I’ll head over and handle it.”

I hear a sound at the door to my office, and glance over to see Kenzie standing there, staring at me.

"Hey, Kenz," I reply, my hands moving deftly as I organize my supplies. "What's on your mind?"

She hesitates, fiddling with a loose thread on her shirt before finally speaking up. "I was just wondering how things are going...with the marriage?" Her tone catches me off guard, but then I realize what she means.

She's not just asking about Brooks, but about all of them.

A knowing smile spreads across my face as I lean against my desk. "It's amazing," I say, my voice filled with warmth. "I've never felt more loved or supported in my life."

Kenzie raises an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "Really?"

"Absolutely," I assure her, crossing my arms casually.

"Why? Are you thinking about joining your own harem?" I tease playfully.

Kenzie snorts, brushing off the question. "No, it's just...interesting to see how it works for you guys. And...I have to ask, ...what's it like to be in a harem?"

I give her a genuine smile. "It's not for everyone, but for us, it's perfect. It may not be conventional, but we make it work and I wouldn't trade it for anything." Before she can respond, the door swings open and Nick and Tyler walk in, their grins lighting up the room.

"Ready to head home?" Tyler asks.

"Yep," I say, slinging my bag over my shoulder. "Oh, and by the way, the kids are causing chaos at school.”

They both laugh, Tyler clapping Nick on the shoulder. "That's our kids,” Nick says proudly.

As we make our way out of the office, I pull Kenzie into a hug. "If you ever get the chance to be in a harem, take it," I whisper with a playful wink.

Kenzie laughs, shaking her head as we join the twins.

My life may not be traditional or accepted by society, but it's perfect for me and I wouldn't want it any other way.

The end.

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