Happily.

CHAPTER ONE: BEFORE

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*FLASHBACK 4 years ago*

I have been able to handle many things, but this was not one of them.

I was currently in a hospital having a child, all by myself.

I have told myself many times that I would never have children because I knew I was going to be a terrible mother. Yet, here I am about to give birth at the age of sixteen, with only my mother and father at my side, reassuring me that it would all be worth it in the end.

I haven't told the father, I couldn't. I mean I could, but he left for boarding school. He was my best friend, well I should say friends with benefits.

We had come home drunk one night, let's just say one thing led to another.

After two months of throwing up endlessly, my mother thought it was the best decision to go to a doctor. Of course my doctor always does pregnancy tests when I visit him.

My mother wasn't really my mother, she was our step-mother. Our adoptive mother died with a severe heart condition.

I have four brothers that I am identical to. We are all lucky to be alive because having five children at once is very complicated. I am the youngest out of all of us, first is Kaysen, then Kayden, Kayven, Kaytain.

I love my brothers to death, my adoptive parents could not have children and they have always wanted a big family so they went with adopting identical quintuplets.

Anyways, I was pregnant with twins orginally, that was what the doctor said when I went to my first ultrasound appointment. Turns out I am having triplets.

All boys to be exact.

I am partially excited because I can dress them up all identical, but I am also very scared because I feel like I would be a very bad mother. I don't want to be like my birth mother, she was on drugs the whole time she was pregnant with us, she was also a liar. A very bad one, at that.

I should have known that not all things would be easy.

I should have known that I wouldn't be able to keep a secret from the one person that should have known all along.
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*4 and a half years later*

J A N U A R Y   9 , 2 0 2 1  ;  9 : 10 a . m.  

"Lusifer, Lukas, and Lyle Calabrese! Y'all hurry up and get dressed, we do not have all day."

"Sorry momma." They said in unison. You would think that it would creep me out when they did that, but it doesn't because they have been doing that their whole life exsistence.

"It's okay babies, we just need to hurry up and get y'all to school."  I told them in a soft tone.

They had skipped Pre-K because they knew everything before they even went to school. I had taught them everything they needed to know so they could be at the top of their class.