I sipped water from my bottle and wondered where Tanner was going with this. “Yes, there are three of you. One, two, three.”
Huston took up the story. “Sometimes babies come in threes.”
“Guys.” My hand went to my belly. “Let me have this baby first and we’ll think about a second and then a third.”
Tanner took my hand. “Our uncles are triplets.”
“That’s nice for them.” I wished I’d had siblings growing up. “I’d like to meet them sometime.”
“Triplets in our family aren’t a one off,” Oberon told me. “If you look at our family tree, there have been many sets of triplets.
I didn’t like the sound of this. Not that what they were telling me was bad, just intimidating. “Are you saying?—”
“Yes.
“Yes.”
“Yes. You might be carrying triplets.”
I grabbed a chair and plonked myself down. Three mates and three babies.
“Are you sure?”
My mates squatted in front of me. “No. Not until you haveyour first ultrasound.”
Did shifters have those? I guess I’d find out. “What if we had a fourth baby, a girl and she was human, not a bear and she liked porridge?”
I was met with three mates whose bears had taken over their gaze.
“Porridge, meh.” Tanner turned up his nose as though he’d smelled something bad.
“There was a weird rumor at work among the humans about bears and porridge. I never did find out how it started and by whom.” Huston rubbed his jaw.
I opened my mouth to say something but Tanner put a hand on my arm and shook his head. They didn’t get the connection between what I’d bought at the market that day and the fairy tale.
“Yeah bears don’t like porridge. It’s kinda gross,” Oberon said as he glanced at his brothers.
I backtracked. “Ignore me. Pregnancy brain. Tell me again about shifter ultrasounds.”
Obviously the Goldilocks story was a human fairytale and had nothing to do with my mates. If I told Oberon and Huston the tale, they maywant to find Goldilocks and give her a talking to.Do not mention fairy tales,I told myself.
“You can have one at eight weeks.” Tanner scrolled through his phone.
“How do I know when that is?” I’d probably passed the eight-week mark ‘cause I’d been sick for what seemed like forever. Had the doctor at urgent care given me a date? Maybe Huston recalled.
“But that’s for humans.” Oberon was reading over his brother’s shoulder. “Maybe it’s different for shifters.”
“Newsflash, guys. I’m human.”
A look of horror flashed over Oberon’s face and his brothers nudged him. My poor darling mate. I lifted his chin and kissed the end of his nose. “I love that you forget I don’t have an animal inside me.”
I stood. “I need fresh air and so does the baby. Let’s go for a walk in the grounds and Oberon you can show us what you’ve been doing with the garden.”
“And when we’re done, I’ll show you how I’ve reorganized your father’s library downstairs,” Huston said.
Tanner put his hands on his hips. “And when I fly tomorrow, I’ll do loop de loops over the house and wave at you.”
“Is that safe?” Oberon asked “Won’t the passengers be terrified at being upside down?”
