Why Don't We Imagines

Jack Avery - Triplets

"Excuse me what?" You couldn't believe what the doctor was telling you. Hell you were only eighteen years old.

"You're pregnant Y/N, with triplets." The doctor repeated with a smile, handing you the ultrasound pictures. Your emotions were completely mixed.

"Um, Thankyou I guess." You waved the doctor off and headed to the waiting room, where your boyfriend of two years Jack, was patiently waiting.

"How'd it go?" He asked with a concerned look on his face.

"We need to have a serious conversation when we get home, and you're seriously not gonna like it." His eyes narrowed but he followed you back to the car anyway. The car ride home was silent, but when you got back home, it was time to talk.

"What's wrong babe?" He asked and you really didn't know how or what to say to him.

"So, they know what's wrong with me. The doctor ran tests and they said I'll eventually be okay." You told him.

"That's great news! You're gonna be okay! After all that throwing up I seriously thought something really bad was happening to you." Jack grinned but your lips faltered.

"I'm not gonna be okay for the next nine months Jack." He choked on air thinking you were joking but he stopped when he realised you were serious.

"We're having a baby?" He asked and you shook your head.

"No." His eyes widened.

"We're having two babies?" And you shook your head again.

"For crying out loud are we having three babies?"

"Jackpot." You scratched the back of your head as he began pacing the room.

"So you're pregnant? With triplets? I'm the dad, and you're the mom?" And then he smacked himself in the face.

"Of course you're the mom. I'm not leaving you." And a sigh of relief escaped your mouth.

"But this isn't going to be easy Y/N, three babies is a challenge." Jack calmed down and knelt down in front of you, resting his hands on either side of your knees.

"I know, I'm just scared." You muttered, he wrapped his arms around you.

"So am I babe, but we can do this. My moms gonna kill me but hey, we get three cute babies out of it." He grinned and you kissed him.

"The doctor told me that one in sixty seven pregnancies end up with triplets." You told Jack.

"Well I guess we were just that special one in sixty seven."