Bea

She laid on bed every thing from the waist down off as the doctor checked everything.

The doctor made a face and she thought oh she was wrong the pregnancy tests were wrong she's not pregnant. Til her doctor held up three fucking fingers.

Triplets. She was gonna fucking kill her husband.

She went to ortho not finding him she knew he was out of surgery cause she bribed the ultrasound tech to look for her. So to the Pitt she went.

There he was yelling at a poor intern about god knows what. She cleared her throat and his head whipped up. A smile crept across his face till he saw her face.

Oh boy he was in trouble he knew that look that was the same look as when he forgot to take the trash out and their cat got into it.

"Hey baby, how was the ultrasound?" He asked almost nervously?

Her nostrils flared as she walked over grabbing him by the ear and dragging him towards the ambulance bay doors.

Fuck.... was all he could think he was fucked what did he do was today their anniversary? No, wasn't her birthday either.

She let go of his ear glaring up at him.

"Triplets Brendon Michael Park fucking triplets." She said through gritted teeth her hands on her hips.

He looked like he went through the 5 stages of grief in 2 seconds.

"Triplets...?" He asked softly moving closer and wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her forehead she didn't move a muscle... for now. "Three baby thats amazing. Three for one deal." He said trying to get her to laugh. Big fucking mistake.

She grabbed him by the balls. He yelled jumping a little.