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Woop! Next chapter. This one ends so sweetly... I wish I had a Sam in my life. He's absolutely perfect, in a human way. You know what I mean? Anyway, here's a chapter with the triplets involved!

Chapter 9~

 "Sea, I need the puke bowl!" Jolie blurted, panic on her face. I snatched up the bowl and held it under her chin right in time. My heart lurched in sympathy as she coughed weakly, clearly in discomfort.

 "That's it, throw out all of that icky stuff," I murmured soothingly, stroking her hair.

 When Sam had said that the triplets were sick, I didn't know he meant they all had a terrible case of the flu. I was so happy I agreed to babysit because he definitely needed my help with the girls. We took alternating turns comforting them. Right now they were all cuddled up against me, wrapped tightly in their separate blankets, as Sam was busy in the kitchen. Making their dinner, I was assuming, going by the smells wafting in the air.

 "Can we watch a movie?" Etoile's voice was muffled by the blanket pulled up past her chin.

 "Yeah! Sea, can we watch a movie?" Miri enquired with a delicate sneezed that wracked her tiny frame.

 "Please, please, please, Sea?" Jolie begged pitifully. I giggled when they all turned their adorable puppy eyes on me.

 "Of course. Which movie can you all agree on?" That was my ultimate question. Those three girls could argue quite noisily over their personal preferences. They may be linked as triplets, but heavens, they were so different from each other.

 They all pursed their lips in serious thought. "Snow White?"

 "No! The scary witch is in that one!"

 "Sleeping Beauty?"

 "The dragon," Jolie rebutted against Miri in a 'duh' tone.

 "Cindy-ella!" Etoile sugested excitedly. Her two sisters considered it.

 "Okay," Miri relented.

 "I love the micey's!" Jolie squealed, bouncing in my lap. I gently slid her off and went to locate the DVD. They talked excitedly, finding comfy positions on the couch, and I was suddenly struck with loneliness. Jolie, Miri, and Etoile all had each other forever. I had no siblings to connect to, to experience life with.

 That thought depressed me greatly.

 When I located Cinderella I popped it into the DVD player and hit Play before turning to face the girls.

 "Do you girls need anything?" I asked quietly over the previews.

 "Milk!"

 "Crackers!"

 "A tissue!"

 I laughed and retreated to the kitchen to find the requested items. Sam stood at the stove with a hand on his hip as he stirred a delicious-smelling dish in a large pot. I sidled up and stood on my tiptoes to peer over his shoulder into the mysterious pot.

 "Chicken noodle," he informed me, turning his head slightly toward me.

 "You cook?" I asked incredulously. Excitement bubbled in me at the idea. My new best friend cooked too?

 "It's a necessary trait when you're the older brother of three girls whom you constantly babysit," he shrugged.

 I nodded in admiration. "Good point."

 "As always," he winked with a smile. I laughed and got busy filling cups with milk, placing some Saltines on a plate, and juggling a tissue box in my arms as I brought all the stuff over to the living room. The triplets were completely absorbed in Cinderella and hardly noticed when I set everything down on the table.