The Thanksgiving video was chaotic in the soft, familiar way the triplets did best — paint all over the table, markers rolling onto the floor, and three half-grown men making hand turkeys like they were competing for a kindergarten art trophy.
Matt was carefully outlining each feather, quiet and focused like he was taking an exam. Chris was decorating his turkey with way too much concentration. Nick… had painted a turkey purple and given it eyebrows.
As always, they were a perfect mess.
“Alright,” Nick declared, leaning back, “time to say what we’re thankful for. And Matt, don’t say ‘peace and quiet.’”
Matt didn’t look up. “Thought about it. Didn’t say it.”
“You were going to,” Chris added.
Matt shrugged. “…Maybe.”
Nick pointed at him. “Exactly.”
He cleared his throat dramatically. “Okay! I’m thankful for my brothers, the fans, and my obvious artistic genius.”
Chris snorted. “Your turkey looks like it pays taxes late.”
Matt held up his own. “This is what a turkey actually looks like.”
“Boring,” Nick muttered.
Chris rested his arms on the table, smiling a little shyly. “Okay, okay. My turn. I’m thankful for… family. For growth. And for some really big changes coming up in life. The kind that make everything feel more meaningful.”
Nick stopped drawing. Matt looked up.
There was something warm behind Chris’s smile — something he wasn’t saying out loud, but it was there.
Nick softened. He glanced at Chris, then at the camera, then back at Chris again.
And then he said it — not loud, not chaotic, not teasing — but with a quiet warmth he didn’t use often:
“And we’re… we’re also thankful because Chris is gonna be a dad.”
Chris’s eyes dropped for a second, smiling the way people do when they’re full of something gentle and huge.
Matt froze, then slowly broke into the softest grin, shaking his head in disbelief. “That’s… really special, dude.”
Nick nudged Chris’s shoulder, voice warm. “He’s been so happy, man. Like glowing in a way I didn’t know Chris could glow.”
Chris laughed under his breath, cheeks pink, trying to focus on the turkey he was painting. “I wasn’t gonna say anything yet.”
“Too late,” Nick said softly. “It’s a good thing, Chris. People should know how excited you are.”
Chris didn’t argue. Didn’t look embarrassed. Just kept smiling down at the paint on his hands, looking lighter than he had in a long time.
Matt added quietly, “We’re really happy for you.”
The three of them sat there — messy table, colorful turkeys, warm lighting — a tiny bubble of happiness in the middle of the chaos.
And the video rolled on, still recording, capturing the whole moment.