I always wanted to be a father. Raven did not want to be a mother. And now we have triplets on the way.

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We have three baby girls baking in the oven. I am ecstatic. Raven was in bed way longer than usual this morning. I walked into our bedroom to check on her. "How are you feeling, baby mama?" I asked. "I feel uncomfortable. One of them won't stop moving," she said, laying back on the bed. I laid down next to her and put my hand on her stomach. "I can feel them moving," I smiled. "I can't wait until they're out of me," she said. "I can't wait either," I told her. For different reasons, of course.

We just moved into our new home in Canada. Everyone left Greece after graduation. Cora still messed with people there. It seems it doesn't matter where in the world we are. May as well live somewhere we want to.

"Sorry I can't be of much help getting the house together," Raven said. "Don't you worry about it. Your job is to keep yourself and our babies healthy. I can do the rest," I told her, kissing her on the temple.


Our home is coming together nicely. Just a few finishing touches, and we are set.