(Cole)
Four weeks later
Today was supposed to be another routine appointment.
Lena and I had one every week now. The doctors wanted to keep a close eye on her because she was carrying triplets, and neither of us argued with that. We'd reached thirty six weeks, something they'd told us from the beginning wasn't guaranteed. Every appointment felt like another small victory.
We'd packed the hospital bags weeks ago. The nursery was finished. Three car seats were already secured in my SUV that I bought recently, and everything at home was waiting for the day we finally brought our babies home.
I still checked the bags before we left anyway.
Lena laughed when she caught me doing it.
"You know they've been packed for weeks."
"I know," I said. "I'm making sure I didn't forget anything."
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