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Stella was at the clinic for her prenatal checkup when her phone started buzzing.

She reached for it, but Ronald gently took it from her.

"Relax, babe. Let's finish up here first," he said with a soft smile.

Stella nodded. "Okay."

They both turned to the ultrasound screen as the doctor pointed something out.

"Right here you can see your little one," the doctor said.

Stella squinted at the blurry shape. "Looks bigger than last time."

At the last appointment, it was barely the size of a peanut. Now, she thought, it looked more like a golf ball.

The doctor frowned and moved the ultrasound wand around a little more.

"Huh..."

Stella's heartbeat picked up. "What's wrong?"

The doctor looked like she'd just stumbled onto a hidden treasure. She started scanning Stella's stomach more carefully, going slow.

Stella instinctively glanced at Ronald, nerves kicking in.

He squeezed her hand and traced his thumb across her palm. "It's okay," he whispered.

the doctor a look that could freeze

blurted out, "Um, it looks like there are

Stella: "..."

fell

Did she just say

Stella stammered, "Three?"

doctor double-checked, peering at the monitor. "The other two must have been

tone was serious. "You're

nodded quickly. "Yes,

messed this up, she figured she'd probably lose her

to Ronald, eyes sparkling.

like a miracle, but three? This was unreal. Ronald grinned and ruffled her soft hair. "Yeah, three." Stella beamed, happiness lighting up her

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leaving, Ronald peppered the doctor-whose name tag read "Dr. Dylan" with questions about how to take care of Stella. Only after

was practically

Mom. I have to

was no way she could keep this to herself. Her first instinct was

bar. “I'll call her. You need to

eaten much that morning, thanks to all

Stella nodded obediently. "Okay."

She was starving, actually.

herbal teas to ease her morning sickness, her

been busy traveling for