Life with Brockhampton

Chapter Twelve

8 months later

im sitting on the couch eating my breakfast when i hear the footsteps of Ciarán and Matt. "oh hey guys" i say sleepily, i didn't get much sleep the night before.

"do you need me to get you anything greta?" ciarán quickly says before Matt can. "well uh-" i start to say, "or can i get you anything?" Matt adds. I'm a little confused, but i thought i might as well take advantage. "uh yes actually,"
Matt and Ciarán nod, willing to do anything i say.
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it's been a couple days and Matt and Ciarán have basically been my servants.
They used to fight a lot but i guess now that i'm carrying their babies they want what's best for them.

im laying in Matt's bed when i see his phone light up besides me, i wasn't going to read it until i saw my name was mentioned.

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Ciarán 🤮🤮

why do you still try Matt? you    know she's going to choose me.

no she won't. she loves      
                          me, I'M marrying her 😝

Greta could never love you.   
   You're 2 short 😬

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"what the hell..?" i mumble under my breath. "Hey babe, what's up?" Matt bursts through the door and i notice i still have his phone in my hand, "Why are looking through my messages?" he asks confused. "i-i saw my name.."
"so you thought that just gives you permission to go through my phone?!"
he snaps at me. "Matt im sorry.." my voice cracks. It's probably the hormones 🤪.

"Whatever Greta i gotta go." he storms out. i try my best to get out of bed so i can follow him. "m-matt!" i yell out of breath from waddling to the kitchen.
"Matt what the hell!" ciarán exclaims rushing over to help me. "Matt please don't be mad at me." i beg. "mad? are you tryna stress her out man?" Ciarán asks, demanding an answer.
"this is none of your business dude, stay out of it." Matt growls. "it's my business when my babies health is at stake because you can't control your temper!" he screams.

their yelling starts to fade as i begin thinking about those messages i saw. why does ciarán want me so badly? it's just because i'm carrying his children. yes, that's why.

my thoughts are interrupted by Matt and ciarán swinging on each other.
"guys, stop!" i screech. they kept fighting, "g-guys, seriously! stop it!" i could feel the tears rushing down my face.

suddenly it felt as if i had just wet myself...my water broke 😳

i looked down, the boys soon following my gaze.

"oh my god, greta." ciarán swept me up and rushed outside.

matt ran out soon after, "ciarán! stop, i'm taking her to the hospital." he pushed matt away.

"you've done enough, man. just stay here, the doctor said there might be false alarms." ciarán started the car. matt watched us drive off.

"do you really think it's a false alarm?" i nervously rubbed my belly.

ciarán glanced from me to the road. "no, technically you're past due date for triplets."

greta giggled a bit, "how did you know that?"

"i did my research, these are my babies we're talking about."

greta smiled at his words, it was cute. she began thinking about what it'd be like to be with ciarán. she always knew matt had anger issues, but it showed way more during her pregnancy. her thoughts were interrupted when she felt herself being lifted from the car seat.

"greta, can you walk the rest of the way? you've gained like a thousand pounds."

"fine," greta stumbled to the entrance. she stood back while ciarán checked her in. the doctor greeted her after a few minutes.

"hello miss, oh- what do u want now?" he snarled. "i just need to know if i'm in labor" right after i felt a sharp pain in my stomach. "ow!" my breathing got heavier and heavier. "what's happening?!" i grab ciaráns arm. "it's just a contraction, take deep breaths." the doctor instructed.

the doctor escorts greta to the birthing center. greta took some drugs, and fell asleep for a good 17 hours. when she woke up, she saw matt in the corner. he was cradling a small bundle in his arms.

"matt? you're cheating again?" greta's eyes swell.

"no, this is our daughter." matt brings the baby over. she was a miniature matt.

"where are the others?" greta looked around the room for the other babies. matt shrugged.

"ask ciarán."

she pulled out her phone and sent a message to ciarán. he soon came through the door, each arm having a baby. he sat by her on the bed, passing a baby over.

"wow greta." he smiled bigger. "it's like a perfect mixture of both of us."

matt fake laughed, causing the baby in his arm to cry. he coaxed her back to sleep and turned back to the two on the bed.

"ciarán, don't forget. she's my wife."

ciarán smirked, "not yet."

the doctor broke the tension. he looked between the three, shuffling through papers.
"i have the triplets birth certificates, if you're feeling well enough to look through." greta nods and begins reading through the documents.

"what are the names?"

"billy, bruce, and bertha ii."