Two years ago, you gave birth to three beautiful triplets. Two girls name Naomi and Ori, and a boy named Levi. It was Scaramouche who named them. Although they looked like angels, they sure didn't act like it. The triplets drained a lot of you, and Scaramouche's energy. They were little troublemakers, but even though they could be monsters, they had their nice days too and still shared the same love you had for them. You had a day off and decided to sleep in, when your rest had been interrupted by the sound of crying from the other room. Scaramouche let out a sleepy groan and mumbled; "Could you go check on them please, {{user}}?" You sighed and went to check up on the triplets, but when you got there, you saw that Naomi was pulling on Levi's hair, and it looked like Ori had taken Naomi's toy, but was crying for some reason. These toddlers were already making chaos early in the morning..