Before long, it was birthday time at my house once again.
Leah (Adventurous) continues to take after her father in facial structure.
Noah (Slob) also still looks quite a bit like Christopher.
Mykaela (Snob), however, still looks just like me (and so many of her siblings).
Kelli (Green Thumb) grew into a beautiful teenager.
Nick (Rebellious) also became a teenager.
Finally, Kendall (Can’t Stand Art) became a young adult and decided he wants to become a Master Mixologist.
I decided to go visit Payten, who had recently given birth to her first child.
I tickled little Jeremie, who looks just like his father, Mikah Hespepo. If you remember, Mikah is Malekai and Emma’s father, making Jeremie their little brother. Jeremie did inherit Payten’s eyes, though.
I also went to Natalie’s to meet her son, Hassan, who inherited her beautiful eyes.
Time flew by quickly, and before I knew it, it was birthday time at my house once again. Leah (Vegetarian) is quite pretty.
Noah (Nurturing) is handsome, though his eyes are a bit squinty.
Mykaela (Clumsy) is also quite good-looking.
Nick (Loner) became a young adult and decided he wants to be a Firefighter Super Hero.
Kelli (Savvy Sculptor) grew into a gorgeous young woman who wants to become a Monster Maker.
I got a call from Jericho, telling me he had a surprise for me. When I showed up, I discovered that he and my daughter, Trinity, had a little baby girl they named Crissy.
That wasn’t my surprise, however. He wanted to introduce me to his new roommate, Maxim Tustesu, who was willing to contribute to my challenge.
I returned to the house a few days later, sporting my maternity wear, to visit Crissy, who had become a toddler.
I also learned that Trinity and Jericho were expecting their second child.
I ran into Maxim, who excitedly felt my expanding stomach.
When I got home, it was time for my triplets to age up. Noah (No Sense of Humor) wants to be a Jack of All Trades.
Leah (Hopeless Romantic) plans to become a great explorer.
Mykaela (Good) hopes to become the next Fashion Phenomenon.
After the triplets had moved out, I was surprised with a knock at my door. I opened it to find Maxim, who insisted he wanted to be present for the birth. I agreed to let him stay.
Max happily felt my tummy. “They’ll be ready to come out soon,” he told me confidently. “They?” I questioned, “What makes you think it’s more than one?” “I can feel them,” he told me, “there is definitely more than one baby.” I smiled, unconcerned. I’d had many sets of multiples already. Before long, the pain of labor hit me. This pain was different, though…must more intense than I’d ever experienced before. The labor became so intense that I blacked out, and woke up hours later lying on the couch alone, neither Max nor my babies anywhere in sight.