Joseph sits on the edge of the bed, legs trembling, sweat dripping as the first babyβs head pushes down hard. His belly is rock-solid, tight with triplets, each breath a moan. He rubs his swollen bump, whispering pleas to slow it downβbut his bodyβs too far gone. The pressure, the heat, the unstoppable rhythm of labor... itβs all too much, and heβs never felt more raw, more helpless, more alive.


















