(Lena)
~~~TIME SKIP~~~
Three weeks had passed since the breakfast on Peachtree.
A lot had happened in three weeks.
The soreness from the procedure was completely gone. Dr. Whitfield's follow up two weeks ago had confirmed everything was still on track, the triplets growing exactly as they should, the measurements right, the heartbeats strong. I had stood in front of the mirror this morning and looked at myself properly for the first time in a while and noticed what I had been noticing in smaller ways for the last week.
I was showing.
Not dramatically. Not in the way that stopped strangers on the street yet. Just enough that the clothes I had been wearing before didn't sit the same way anymore and the evidence of three lives growing inside me was starting to become visible to anyone
