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"Excuse me what?" I couldn't believe what the doctor was telling me. Heck, I was only eighteen years old.
"You're pregnant Y/n, with triplets" The doctor repeated with a smile, handing me the ultrasound pictures. My emotions were completely mixed.
"Um, thank you I guess" I waved the doctor off and headed to the waiting room, where my boyfriend of two years Grayson, was patiently waiting.
"So..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 me back to the car anyway. The car ride home was silent, but when we got back home, it was time to talk.
"What's wrong babe?" He asked and I 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 Ok."
I told him."That's great news! You're gonna be Ok! After throwing up I seriously thought something really bad was happening to you" Grayson grinned.
"I'm not gonna be on for the next nine months Grayson" He choked on air thinking I was joking but he stopped when he realized I was serious.
"We're having a baby?" He asked and I shook my head.
"No" His eyes widen.
"We're having two babies?" And I shook my head again.
"For crying out loud are we having three babies?"
"Jackpot" I scratched the back of my 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!" A sigh of relief escaped my mouth.
"But this isn't going to be easy Y/n, three babies is a challenge." Grayson calmed down and knelt down in front of me, resting his hands on either sides on my knees.
"I know, I'm just scared" I muttered, he wrapped his arms around me.
"So am I babe, but we can do this My mom's gonna kill me but hey, we get three cute babies out of it" He grinned and I kissed him.
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