by Teagan Kade
The triplets arrived six months later, all at the same time, all jostling for position inside me. Watching the way they act, I think the girls are going to be just as competitive as their dad.
I’ve never really seen Archer get perturbed by anything, but when the doctor announced we were having triplets, all identical girls, Archer went pale as a sheet. I think it took a solid week before it all sunk in we’d soon be a family of five.
The birth—my god. I thought my poor vagina was going to explode. I kept yelling down through gritted teeth, “One at a time, guys!” but the girls were too eager to get out and explore the world. That sense of wonder pervades everything they do. They’re so naturally curious about, well, everything.
Of course, naming them all ‘W’ names sounded like a cute idea at the time, but it has made rather life interesting when you’re trying to call across the house.
They’re active, energetic, blessed with good genes and the most adorable little faces you’ve ever seen. They look at me at night with their big blue eyes and I just want to die from cuteness overload. I look at them and I see Archer—I see the man who saved my life.
We’ve even had my father over to visit. It was quite the operation, very covert, but he loved the girls and, after a firm handshake and stare down, Archer too. Archer’s like that. Give him five minutes and he’ll charm the pants off even the most un-charmable of individuals. It’s gone a long way here.
I watch him playing with the girls. He’s a golden standard of a dad, tackling domestic duties with aplomb and getting right into the Aussie DIY spirit. Our house is modest, barely big enough for the five of us, but it’s a home. That’s all I ever wanted. I think it’s all Archer ever needed.
“Got you, Dad!” Weslee squeals… right before a snowball smacks her square in the face. I hold my breath waiting for the waterworks, but they never come. She simply giggles and goes about scooping up another.
They’re resilient, my girls, just like Yours Truly. I’m teaching them to be strong and independent. I know with Archer by my side they’ll be able to achieve anything, though I’d love to skip forward another ten years to see how he does with periods and boyfriends. I’m pretty sure he’s going to forbid them from going outside when they grow breasts.
Defeated, Archer and Willow return to our side with their hands up.
I shuffle the girls along. “Go on, girls. Go and play.”
They dart off lightning quick back into the snow, rolling around and laughing like a bunch of sugared-up snow bunnies.
Archer snakes his hands around my waist, squeezing me tight. “Getting a bit cold, isn’t it?”
“There’s a fireplace back at the cabin, you know.”
He kisses his way up my neck. “A bottle of wine chilling in the fridge, a cheese platter, a rug, a handsome man to make love to you all night long…”
I reach behind myself and find his cock firm as always when it’s pressed up against me. “We wouldn’t want the girls to hear now, would we?” I tease.
“I can be quiet,” he whispers. “Remember Robbie’s place?”
“That was not quiet,” I laugh.
“The question is, can you be quiet?” he continues.
“Hmm,” I purr, taking up his hand and slowly slipping his middle finger into my mouth, sucking on it before letting it free, “I’m sure you could find something to put in my mouth.”
“Mmm-mmm,” he groans back, “what did I do to deserve you?”
“You did save my life—several times, as I recall.”
“Well, you know what they say—guard hard, or go home.”
I bring a finger to my lower lip. “Funny, I thought it was ‘beaches be crazy’?”
He laughs and smiles, that smile I know and love, the smile of a husband and a father, a man without equal, a man who basically pushed me out of a plane. “It can be whatever you want, and it will, because we’re here, we’re together, and we’re not going anywhere but up.”
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