Adamina!
"Please don't pray for triplets."
Tim shut the door behind himself after he and his wife (ha, wife, that was still such a startling concept to him, one that he loved), returning from a visit to her brother's place. The triplets were due in about a month, but it would be a lie if Tim thought Madeleine was going to make it that far. Plus, the idea of actually having three kids at once instead of the terrifying thought of just one was enough to put him into a daze, so he hoped that Adamina didn't carry the gene or whatever it was to conceive multiples.
He hung his coat onto the hanger, disappearing into the living room for a moment to retrieve his journal. Ryan had been incredibly antsy and Tim had made it a habit to regularly check for updates about Audrey and the baby. Babies seemed to be taking over the world, and Tim wasn't sure what to make of it. He and Adamina hadn't exactly discussed children, but he knew that the idea was there. At least--he wasn't sure if he was ready, and he couldn't quite figure out where Addy stood.
"Not that three kids would be bad," he said, returning and flipping through the journal and sitting at the counter of the counter, "Just, all at once--Nick's a tough bloke."
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