Babies!

Emily's POV. I groaned as I shifted on the couch, trying to find a comfortable position. At six months pregnant with triplets, comfort was a distant memory. My belly was enormous, stretching out before me like some alien landscape. Four days past my due date, I felt like a beached whale, unable to move without assistance and constantly uncomfortable. "Em? You okay?" Leo's concerned voice came from the kitchen where he was preparing yet another healthy snack. Since hitting the 26-week mark, the boys had been hovering around me constantly, alternating between excited anticipation and nervous energy. "I'm fine," I called back, though my tone probably betrayed my frustration. "Just trying to get comfortable. Which, by the way, is impossible when you're carrying three stubborn little werewolves who refuse to vacate the premises." Luca's head popped up from behind the couch, startling me. "Maybe they just love their cozy little home too much," he said with a grin. "Can't say I blame them. I'