Imagine:
"YOU DAMN WHORE YOU AREN'T WORTH A SHIT! GET THE FUCK OUT OF THIS HOUSE! YOU ARE NEVER ALLOWED BACK HERE EVER AGAIN!"
"I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU!!!"
You run to your boyfriend Dalton's house, crying hysterically. You've just revealed to your family that you're pregnant, at fifteen years of age. You've been kicked out. You text him and ask him to meet you outside. When you get there, you see him waiting. You run to him. You're scared, but you want him to hold you. You want him to take the pain away, just for a few hours. He sees you and his face turns to worry.
"Emma, what's wrong? What happened?" You just embrace him and cry. He tells you to shush and that it's okay because he's with you. He walks you up to his room and shuts the door. Sitting on the bed, you lay your head on his lap. He pets your hair, and you cry harder.
"Emma? Please tell me what happened."
"I can't..."
"You know you can tell me anything."
"I got kicked out of my house. I have no where to live."
"What?? Why did they kick you out?"
"That's the part I'm scared to tell you."
"...Emma?"
Tears stream down your face as you look into his beautiful eyes.
"Dalton, I...I...um,...remember a few weeks ago when we...uh...had that alone time..." He looks at you in terror and disbelief.
"You...Emma, you're not...are...are you p-pregnant?" He becomes blurry as your face is flooded with water. You're so afraid he's going to leave you or kick you out as well.
"I'm sorry, Dalton! I'm SO sorry! I understand if you want to-" You're stopped by a sensual, passionate kiss.
"Emma, you are the love of my life. Something big has happened, and you and I are going to get through it together."
"What about your family? They might kick us out, too?" He takes you in his arms and holds you.
"I'll worry about them."
"No need, son." Dalton's father was standing in the doorframe, which scared you half to death. You begin shaking from fear.
"Emma, what you and Dalton did was wrong, but we're not going to kick you out or anything like that. We will support the two of you. You can stay with us in our guest room. Welcome to the family, Emma."
~~~9 Months Later, December 24th~~~
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!" You're screaming in pain, in labor at the hospital. Dalton is holding your hand in the delivery room.
"Come on, Em. You can do this. I'm right here wiIIIIITTTTH!!! OOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWW MY HAND!!!"
You don't even notice what he's saying anymore. You're in so much pain.
"Push, Emma! Push!!!" After a few pushes, your first daughter is brought into the world just seconds after midnight. "AGAIN! PUSH!!!" Your second daughter. Dalton only expected one child.
"ONE MORE TIME EMMA!" You push one more time and your third daughter is born. Christmas Triplets.
~~~A few hours later~~~
You're resting after giving birth to three beautiful, healthy daughters. The babies are pushed into your room and the nurse asks you a question.
"Alright, are you ready to name your babies?"
You look to Dalton who looks back at you. You convince him to let you name your girls.
"Baby A is Athena, Baby B is is Aurora and Baby C is Avalon." Dalton looks at you and smiles happily. "Those are beautiful names, baby." You grab his hand as he kisses your forehead.
~~~A year and a half later~~~
Your girls are beautiful. Athena has brown, curly hair and blue eyes like Dalton's. Aurora has blonde, wavy hair with brown eyes, and Avalon has red, straight hair with green eyes. They're in the arms of their grandfather, grandmother and Aunt Becca. It's a gorgeous day outside as Dalton waits for you at the alter. As Gabe walks you down the aisle, you look to the right and see Cole, Dana and Will singing a love song. Gabe hands you over to Dalton as the ceremony begins. You look out and see your three daughters giggling wildly, which makes you giggle as well. Dalton takes your hands in his as the priest says "Welcome, one and all. We are gathered here today to join Dalton and Emma..." You tune everything out and stare into those beautiful blue eyes and you know everything will be perfect from here on out.
