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“Alright let’s see. Here we have the heart. Everything looks good there. Two arms and two legs.”
“Was there a possibility it was going to be an alien or something?” I mean, what the fuck she is telling me obvious shit for?
“Sven stop it. Geesh. Let the doctor do her job. She has to check and make sure everything is developing.” she hits my arm telling me to behave. I watch the screen as the doctor moves the wand around humming and muttering nonsense.
“Now are you sure you want to know?” She asks looking a bit bewildered.
“YES!” We answer at the same time.
“Well congratulations!!! It looks like you’re having three girls.” Yes…a bo…wait…what????
“Oh Shit!!! Sven…honey…are you…”
“Doc, you need to rescan or whatever the fuck you call it. This cannot be the right information.”
“Rescan? Sven I’m not a damn barcode or something. But seriously, Doctor Denise is there any chance it’s a mistake?” Well at least she is mildly as fucked in the head as me right now.
“No. Sorry. See here…three separate sacs, each with a female fetus inside if my camera is to be believed. They are fraternal. But there most definitely is three.”
It’s the last thing I hear before I pass out. What the fuck am I going to do with three daughters???
One thing is for sure. I have never been as happy to be a Jorgensen as I am right now. With a family full of uncles, great uncles, and a grandpa that can still box with the best of them, my girls will be more than ok.
And as long as I have the woman I love, nothing is too much to handle.
Epilogue Two
Sven
18 months later
“Cymion. Come get your delinquent ass daughters.” I yell to my wife in the other room. Damn girls have been a pain in my ass since the moment they took their first step 11 months ago. Of course, they all started walking at the same damn time, no warning, no preamble. No “hey pops, you might want to get a baby gate or two, or three up soon cause our feet are going to move.” None of that. Nope. they just woke up and decided that day was the day.
They have been a menace ever since. Fucking with shit. Putting cereal in the doggie bowl, ripping up important papers I need for buying trips and shit. Fucking daughters. The most beautiful things I have ever seen, but like their damn mom, they are giving me gray hair.
Damn it! “Ama put that pen down.” I run over to take it from her. They seem to like my fucking office more than a little bit. Eighteen months ago, Cymion went into labor two weeks early and gave birth to Ama, Amora, and Amdis. From the moment they were placed in my arms, the last part of my heart has been taken. They look just like their mother like I knew they would, and damn don’t I feel it in my chest every day.
“Baby. I’m serious. Come get the thieves out of my office.”
“Give me a minute. And stop calling my babies out of their names. Nutjob.” Did she just…I’m the nut job? She is the one who gave birth to criminals. I turn around only to see Amdis letting her bottle drip all over my keyboard. Shit.
I round them all up in the front of my desk for a lecture.
“Listen you little monsters. Daddy’s office is off limits. You are supposed to stay in your little section of the house where you can write on anything you want, color everything and destroy crap to your heart’s content. Now, out you three.” They look at me, then each other, and back at me and smile. They start babbling their nonsense and I know they are talking shit about me. Probably calling me a sucker. They would be right. Even when I should be mad at them, I can’t. Three little angels, with brunette hair, green eyes and chunky cheeks. The biggest smiles you have ever seen and the light of my life. Just like their mom. Speaking of.
“Now what is all the drama babe?” I watch her waddle herself into my office and I forget everything else that happened. Even with all the chaos of having triplets, seeing her once again heavily pregnant with my son this time, makes me so fucking happy. Cymion is currently six months pregnant and let her tell it, I am not allowed to breath on her anymore. Huh. Good luck with that.
“Never mind that. Come here baby.” She comes to me, her mom eyes never really leaving the girls. “Kiss me beautiful.”
