{Authors Note: The top 2 are the boys and the bottom 1 is the girl. I still need names!}
"I'm the father to these kids you can't tell me I can't stay!" He yelled back at me. "Just go Miles. You left your kids. You can't stay. Get out or I'm calling security." I told Miles back. I can't believed He came. "No. I'm staying." He said. His voice was clear like he ment what he said. "How did you even find out!" I told him. There was no way he could have done this. "Next time be sure Angel makes he posts privet. I stalk." He said back. This is bad. I quickly pressed the emergence button. He just walked toward the babies and stood there. Then he started to roll their "Inkie Bater" away. I yelled and screamed for him to stop but he acted like he didn't hear me. Then the nurses got him down the hall and brought the triplets back in. They asked me questions and I told them everything. But all that mattered was my kids were alright. The oldest, a boy, born at 7:34, weighed 4.7 pounds. (First one in the picture) The next oldest, also a boy, born at 7:36 was 4.4 pounds. (Second one in the picture) And lastly born was my baby girl. She was 3.2 pounds and born at 7:41. (Last one in the picture) The doctors said the boys would make it for a fact, but the girl was ify. Lord, please let her survive.
