Wren
Here is a fact the legends leave out: the triple-blessed bond, the Goddess's greatest gift, forged to withstand war, severing rites, and the judgment of nine Alphas, very nearly met its match in the four-month sleep regression.
I keep this record in fragments, because that is how we lived it.
**The Shifts.** Lucien, naturally, built a roster. A beautiful thing, color-coded, three fathers and one mother in optimized rotation, feeding windows, nap projections. It survived contact with actual triplets for two nights. The problem, he recorded with grim honesty, is a flaw in the underlying personnel: none of us can hear one of them cry and stay in bed, regardless of whose shift it is. Result: all four parents awake at every waking. The roster hangs in the nursery to this day. Berta says
