Caught by the Alphas
I'll need a few gallons of bleach for my ears and brain after this phone call ends.
"Sorry you had to hear this, baby; it's just that your dad is a moron and won't get me the stupid melon, so the babies and I got a little frustrated," Mom mutters. I hear her footsteps, so I assume she's leaving dad behind to get some privacy.
"The babies?" I ask, nearly choking on my spit. Please, God, if you exist, don't let it be triplets again.
"Yeah," mom lets out a deep breath and whispers, "We're expecting another set of triplets."
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