Karsyn POV
He was sitting in Raygan’s War office, the triplets, so adorable, were five months old and laying under their little baby play sets, their two sons, Ryan and Nolan, and their little girl Peyton. They were all smiles and laughing right this minute.
Peyton had been born first, by 26 minutes, his little girl had been impatient and had arrived just 3 hours after labor had started, just a half dozen pushes, and she was out in maybe 10 minutes, if that. Their boys not so much. Ryan, the oldest of the two, had been a long and annoyingly bone-crushing 30 minutes of pushing. Raygan had gotten a 15 minute breather before Nolan had come, and he was much like his brother, it had also been 30 minutes of pushing, to birth him.
Raygan had broken nearly every bone in his hand that night. B
