The naming

~Maya’s POV~

If someone could have told me that by the end of this year I could be a mother, I could have said that the person had lost it. But here I am, a mother of three beautiful souls. Three delightful surprises, two of which were anticipated and one that was a complete surprise. It’s kind of a funny coincidence that even though we carry our children for nine months, they end up looking more like their fathers. I mean, we should take the credit. My kids don’t look like me. None of them do, except for my girl. She’s got my eyes. Zion claims that he is able to differentiate between Noah and our other son, but I am unable to do so. They look the same to me, and if anything, he will be the one telling me which one is which. I am so tired. I could have compromised and agreed to a c-session if I had known that there were three of them. We were set on having a natural birth, but believe me when I say that if I had known I was carrying three babies, I never would have chosen that route.