Joseph sits on the edge of the bed, legs trembling, sweat dripping as the first baby’s 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 down—but his body’s too far gone. The pressure, the heat, the unstoppable rhythm of labor... it’s all too much, and he’s never felt more raw, more helpless, more alive.


















