One year later.The greenhouse has become our sanctuary. The place where Ethan proposed. Where we got married. And now, where we’re planning our future.I’m sitting on the same blanket where he asked me to marry him, one hand resting on my very round belly. At five months pregnant, I’m already showing more than most women do at seven or eight months.That’s because there are three babies in there.Triplets.When the ultrasound technician told us, Ethan nearly fainted. Actually I had to sit down and put his head between his knees while I laughed so hard I cried.“Three?” he’d managed. “We’re having three babies?”“Apparently your swimmers are overachievers,” I’d said, which made him laugh despite the shock.Now, a month later, we’re still processing. Still adjusting to the idea that our family is about to grow by three tiny humans.“I’m thinking soft greens and yellows,” I say, gesturing to the nursery plans spread out on the blanket. “Gender neutral since we’re not finding out what we
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