I Finally Got a Break From Three Newborns—and My Husband Never Saw It Coming
After five years of fertility treatments, I became pregnant with triplets. Marcus cried when the doctor found the third heartbeat—not polite tears, but real ones. He covered his face and laughed into his palms. "Three?" The technician confirmed it. We spent those nine months as a real team. He gave me injections, rubbed my swollen feet, painted the nursery. When my doctor recommended I stop working early, Marcus said, "Don't worry about money. I've got us." I believed him completely.