Together

Prolouge

The Santana family had lived in the valley their whole lives.

Mark was an FBI agent, April was a real estate agent. They had been together all through high school and college before getting married and conceiving a child- well children just a year after their wedding.

By 25 after they had finally adjusted to their new carriers they had been expecting 3 babies at first they thought it was all boys because the doctor was only able to detect Christopher's gender.

Christopher,
Andrew,
And Michael,

"Our Mikey, drew, and Chris."

There 3 boys....well that soon turned into there 1 boy and 2 girls. Donna-drew and Michelle were definitely what they weren't expecting but gave them a reason to not want anymore kids.

Marcos would sometimes use there mother's lipstick to mark there heads so he knew which baby was which but as they grew olders they began to grow there own unique features.

As the triplets grew older they began to grow there own personality, Michelle, or Mikey as her parents called her, was an aggressive child that absolutely hated affection.

Chris was a mommas boy through and through and was an absolute neat freak. If he wasn't attached to his mothers hip he was probably picking up all of Drew's toys that Mikey broke.

And donna drew, she was an absolute sensitive cry baby. She would bawl her eyes out when her sister wouldnt hug her back or refused to snuggle with her. And she absolutely hated when her mother began to lock the bedroom door at night so she couldnt go and sleep with her father.

His donna was the light of his life. He loved all his children equally but donna and him had a one of a kind connection. She was the only one who enjoyed all of his old music that he played constantly and would watch all of his favorite movies with him when no one else would. She was truly her fathers bestest friend.

He tried to be like that with Michelle and Chris as well but she would much rather be alone and Chris would rather be with his mom.

Marcos had named his daughter donna after the song from the 60s and in his eyes it couldn't have been more fitting.

Whether he was strumming his old guitar and singing along off key or if he took her to old dinners for ice cream he always knew that she was the best kid he's ever known but he would never say it out loud.

He knew that his life purpose was to protect donnas heart. He would protect all his children from the pain of the world but she was the most likely to be damaged by the pains of the world.

But he also knew no matter what happened to him and April that they would never have to worry about there children because they knew that for all of eternity they would be together.

However when they started school there was a bit of a problem with the three of them being in one class.

Calls.

There were calls of complaints everyday.

"Mr. and mrs. Santana, the school believes that the children need to be separated." Ms. Williams the second grade teacher said cautiously.

"Separation? Please! There triplets." April said while letting out a laugh. She seemed crazy but she was raising 3 children with her husband that were all the same age while running her own business at 30.

"Listen, ms. Williams, what my wife is trying to say is that our children have been with eachother since the womb and have always been chaotic, i don't believe separation would possibly fix that."marcos huffed as he fixed his suit jacket.

"Well you see, we ran somewhat of a test on your children. Last Thursday we sent each of them into and well, just see for yourself."
She faced the computer to the Santana's and there their children were, in separate rooms acting completely different than usual.

They looked at each other shocked by the children's behavior.

Chris was actually doing his work instead of separating his sisters 24/7.

Michelle was still sitting in the corner for her behavior but At least she was sitting still a d wasn't teasing her sister.

And donna was talking. She was actually talking to someone outside of her family and not a single tear was gliding down her face.

"I-is she actually not moving?" "Is she actually talking?!" "As you can see, when the children are seperate, they act completely different because they aren't worried weather one is going to attack the other or having to split eachother up or feelings being hurt."

"So what your saying is-?" "We believe its time for the triplets to go there own way. That they need to make there own Freinds and live separate lives. We would like your permission to put them in separate classes for the remainder of there elementary education."