JAY-JAY POV
I finally got discharged from the hospital.
The air outside felt different — lighter, freer — though my body still carried the weight of exhaustion.
Every step reminded me of what I had endured, but Keifer was there, steady as always, his hand never leaving mine.
Of course, it wasn't easy.
The ride home felt long, my body aching, but the moment we stepped inside, I felt safe. Home.
The kids were sleeping, their tiny breaths filling the room with a rhythm that calmed me more than anything else could.
Keivin's little hand twitched in his sleep, Kade's lips curled as if he were dreaming, and Kiara nestled deeper into her blanket, her chest rising and falling like the softest lullaby.
I sat down slowly, watching them, tears pricking my eyes. "They're finally home," I whispered, more to myself than anyone else.
Keifer wrapped his arm around me, pressing a kiss to my temple. "And so are you."
For the first time in what felt like forever, I let myself breathe.
The storm was behind us.
Ahead was chaos, sleepless nights, laughter, and love — endless and overflowing.
And as I watched my children sleep, I realized: this was the beginning of our new life.
Of course, quiet never lasts long.
Kevin's cry pierced through the stillness, sharp and insistent. My heart clenched at the sound, even as exhaustion weighed heavy on me.
Keifer was already there, scooping him up with careful hands, rocking him gently.
"Shh, little man… Daddy's here," he whispered, his voice low and soothing. But Kevin's cries only grew louder, his tiny fists waving in protest.
Keifer turned to me, worry etched across his face. "Jay, he's still crying. I don't know what else to do."
I pushed myself up, reaching out. "Maybe he's hungry," I said softly. "Give him to me."
Keifer nodded quickly, placing Kevin into my arms.
The moment his small body settled against my chest, his cries softened, though his lips still searched, desperate.
I guided him gently, and within seconds, the room filled with the sound of his tiny gulps.
Keifer let out a shaky laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. "Guess Daddy's tricks don't work when Mama's the answer."
After I was done breastfeeding Kevin, I leaned back, exhausted but relieved. Just as the quiet settled, Kade's cry broke through the silence.
Keifer groaned, already reaching for him. "Think he's hungry too?" he asked, his voice half‑pleading, half‑resigned.
"Probably," I sighed, holding out my arms. "Give him to me."
Keifer placed Kade gently against me, and sure enough, the moment he found me, his cries softened into little gulps.
I smiled faintly, brushing his cheek. "See? Just hungry."
But before I could even breathe, Kiara's cry rang out — sharp, demanding, perfectly timed.
Keifer froze, staring at her crib, then at me, then back at the boys.
His face twisted into disbelief. "I swear to God," he muttered, dragging a hand down his face, "they made a plan in your womb to make yours and mine miserable."
I burst out laughing, even through my exhaustion. "They're just reminding us who's in charge now."
Keifer groaned again, but when he picked up Kiara and placed her in my arms, his eyes softened. "Fine. Miserable or not… I wouldn't trade this for anything."
I kissed Kiara's forehead, smiling through my tears. "Neither would I."
After the triplets finally slept, the house fell into a rare silence. Their tiny breaths filled the room like a lullaby, and for the first time all day, I felt my body sink into the couch.
Keifer came next to me and sat down, his presence grounding me instantly. "Tired?" he asked, his voice soft, almost guilty.
"A little," I admitted, leaning my head back.
The exhaustion was heavy, but so was the joy.
He smiled, leaning closer until his lips brushed my forehead.
The warmth of his kiss made my chest ache in the best way.
"You're doing great, Jay," he whispered, his voice breaking with sincerity.
I turned to him, tears pricking my eyes.
"We're doing great," I corrected gently. "I couldn't have done any of this without you."
Keifer's hand found mine, his thumb tracing circles against my skin — the same way he had in the hospital, the same way he always did when words weren't enough.
We sat there in silence, watching the crib, listening to the soft rhythm of our children's sleep.
And in that quiet moment, I realized: this was the calm after the storm, the peace we had fought for, the love we had built.
"I think we should rest now," Keifer said softly, his voice carrying both exhaustion and care. "Mostly you."
I nodded, already sinking into the bed, my body heavy but my heart full.
Keifer lingered for a moment, moving toward the crib to check on the triplets one last time.
He adjusted their blankets, kissed each tiny forehead, and stood there for a second longer, just watching them breathe.
Then he came back to me, sliding onto the bed with a sigh. His arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me close.
"They're all asleep," he whispered, pressing his lips against my hair. "Finally."
I smiled faintly, my eyes already closing. "Thank you for checking."
He kissed my forehead again, his thumb tracing circles against my hand. "You're doing amazing, Jay. Rest now. I'll be right here."
The room was quiet except for the soft rhythm of the babies' breaths.
Wrapped in Keifer's warmth, I let myself drift, knowing that for tonight — even in the chaos — we were safe, together, and whole.
The quiet didn't last.
In the middle of the night, the cries started — sharp, overlapping, impossible to ignore.
First Kevin, then Kade, and finally Kiara, all three voices rising like a chorus that shattered the silence.
I groaned, burying my face in the pillow for a second before forcing myself up.
Keifer was already stumbling toward the crib, his hair a mess, his eyes half‑closed.
He scooped Kevin up, rocking him clumsily.
"Jay… they're all crying," he muttered, his voice thick with sleep.
I sat up, rubbing my eyes. "Of course they are. They're triplets. This is their plan."
Keifer turned to me, looking betrayed. "I swear they made a pact in your womb to ruin our sleep forever."
Despite my exhaustion, I laughed. "Give me Kevin. He's probably hungry again."
Keifer handed him over, and sure enough, the moment he settled against me, his cries softened.
But Kade's wails grew louder, and Kiara kicked her blanket off, her tiny fists waving in protest.
Keifer threw his hands up dramatically. "This is war. They're tag‑teaming us."
I shook my head, smiling faintly even as tears pricked my tired eyes. "No… this is love. Loud, sleepless love."
Keifer sat beside me, cradling Kade while I soothed Kevin, both of us glancing at Kiara as her cries echoed.
He groaned, leaning his head against mine. "We're doomed."
I kissed Kevin's forehead, whispering, "No. We're blessed. Miserably blessed."
And in that moment — surrounded by cries, exhaustion, and the chaos of three tiny lives — I realized: this was what family sounded like.