“I’m carrying triplets,” Caroline said.

Paige looked at her for a long moment before sitting down slowly on the edge of the workbench.

“Caroline… triplets?

How are you going to run a new studio and cover medical bills for three babies all by yourself?”

“Three heartbeats mean three reasons to make this business work,” Caroline said, her voice low and steady.

Paige reached out and placed her hand over Caroline’s on the workbench.

She pulled a yellow pencil from her coat and tucked it behind her right ear.