War

Epilogue

A/N - the end of this book NO💔💔

Triplet debut is here ‼️‼️🥹

*this is 8 months after the last chapter*

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"Vale mija", I cradled my daughter in my arms while she screamed, the sound effectively diminishing my hearing but Nala's perfect face overruled everything else, "you're a loud little one, hm? Look at your brothers".

Said brothers were lying on the bed in front of Aniyah on their backs; Micah just staring at the ceiling with his hand in his mouth whilst Abel got his diaper changed by their mother.

"I'm convinced she cries just so you hold her", Aniyah chuckled and I grinned, looking down at the green eyes she'd gotten from me, the black curls from her mother...she was perfect.

All three of them were.

Our children were six months old now, and I stared at them every day with the disbelief that they were here, that they were mine; and with the size of them when they were born at 33 weeks, it had been nothing but fascinating to see them grow and thrive.

Micah, Nala and Abel had been born via c-section on the second of August last year, and after being by Aniyah's side the entire time I didn't think it was possible for me to view her as being any stronger. Being a father had become one of life's greatest gifts, and I couldn't be more grateful to be on this journey with Aniyah.

"Let's get you downstairs, hm?", I kissed Nala's forehead, moving over to the bed and nodding down at Micah, "you want me to take him?".

"Can you?", Aniyah smiled up at me, lifting our eldest son (by two minutes) into my arms, "good luck with those two". I needed it- these two were due to drive me to insanity by the time they turned five; Abel was the only one who behaved.

I didn't think it was possible for six month old babies to fight, but Micah and Nala had reached that milestone before they could even crawl.

I dreaded to see what they'd be like as teenagers.

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"Here they are", Emiliano took Micah from me the second I reached the bottom step, his giggles filling the air when his uncle tickled him, "you look exhausted".

"No shit", I deadpanned, kissing Nala's forehead and following him into the kitchen, nearly tripping on a toy car that had been left in the middle of the floor, "Sol".

A head of unruly brown curls popped up from behind the sofa, my two year old nephew smiling at me sheepishly. With five children now under this roof, it felt like I was living inside a daycare centre- no sleep, the mess, the screaming...and yet I wouldn't change any of it, of them for the world.

"Mijo", Rio's voice came from the sofa, I didn't even realise he was there until he rose from his lying position, "what have I told you about leaving things on the floor?".

"No floor", was all he said, jumping on his father's lap with a laugh. I was counting my blessings that the triplets couldn't even crawl yet, they kept me on my toes enough as it was.