One week until triplet's 1st birthday
My phone rang right when I got the triple terrors asleep. Panic shot through me. If they woke up, there would be chaos in this house for the rest of the day.
I rushed to answer it. "Hello?"
"I need you to come to the house." It was Finn.
"Well, I just got the babies to sleep," I stated matter-of-factly. There was no way I was going to risk moving them when they had just laid down.
He sighed. "Alright, then I'll be stopping by in a few minutes."
He knew I wouldn't wake them up to bring them to his house on such short notice. The first time he made that request, he was stunned that I hadn't done what I wanted him to do.
I looked into the mirror and saw how much of a mess I was. I hadn't seen Finn in a while; my belly had grown since I last saw him. At almost 6 months pregnant, they were going to know.
"Alright." I hung up.