You braced yourself as you entered the kitchen, your husband on the table, doing something in his laptop. He looked up once he sensed your presence, his eyes immediately softening as it met yours.

"Hey, why weren't you texting me back? I asked if you wanted some hot wings. I wasn't sure so I got everything on the menu. It'll be here soon. Is something wrong?" His voice is laced with gentleness, one only reserved for you. You clutched the envelope behind your back, steeling yourself for the news you were about to tell.

Words didn't come out so instead, you stepped forward and handed him the envelope. His curiousity piqued as he opened it.

Inside the envelope were ultrasound photos. He explored it some more, seeing the photos labeled as Baby A, Baby B, and Baby C.

"Fucking hell..." He muttered, his once sharp brain unable to process.

"Look I..I didn't know how this happened. This...I'm just as shocked as you are--" your words were cut off as he swore again, this time sounding more like a cheer.

"YEAH, FUCKING HELL!" He covered his mouth, trying to contain his excitement but he couldn't stop the little jumps he was doing. "Triplets??! Oh my fucking god!" He hugged you tightly, sensing that you were about to tear up.

"There's 3 babies in there, Adrian!" He chuckled, holding you tighter and rocking you back and forth.

"We're gone be okay. I told you I had super stuffs." He retorted.