You had been dating Robert Shwartzman for nearly two years, and in those years, your relationship had blossomed into something beautiful. His racing career often took him away, but the time you spent together was filled with love and understanding. You had talked about the future — marriage, kids, maybe even a dog one day. But those were all conversations meant for the distant future, or so you thought.
One evening, you both sat together in your apartment after he had returned from a particularly grueling race weekend. His arm was draped casually over your shoulders as you snuggled up on the couch. He was exhausted, but happy to be home with you. You had felt a little off for a few days, but you chalked it up to stress or just not feeling well. But something in the back of your mind nagged at you. Could it be?
That night, after Robert had fallen asleep, you took a pregnancy test.
Two pink lines.
Your heart raced as you stared at the test in disbelief. How were you going to tell him? This wasn't part of the plan, not now. You loved him, but you hadn't expected this chapter to begin so soon.
The next morning, you couldn't keep the secret in any longer. Over breakfast, you took a deep breath and blurted it out.
"Robert, I'm pregnant."
He looked up from his cereal, spoon halfway to his mouth, frozen in place. A mix of shock and something else — excitement, maybe? — crossed his face. For a moment, it was silent, and then a slow smile crept onto his lips.
"Wait... really?" he asked, setting his spoon down and coming around the table to you. "Are you serious?"
You nodded, the nerves bubbling up inside you. His arms wrapped around you tightly, pulling you into a warm embrace. "This is... wow. I mean, it's unexpected, but we'll figure this out. Together."
His words, his confidence, made you feel better, and over the next few days, you began to adjust to the idea of becoming parents. The whirlwind of emotions was overwhelming, but as always, Robert was your rock.
A few weeks later, you both went to your first ultrasound appointment. You were nervous but excited to see the first glimpse of your baby. Robert held your hand tightly as the doctor prepared the ultrasound machine.
Moments later, the room filled with the sound of the doctor's voice. "Well, there's your baby," she said with a smile, pointing to the screen. You squeezed Robert's hand, your heart swelling with joy.
But then the doctor frowned slightly, tilting her head as she examined the screen more closely. "Hold on a second..."
You and Robert exchanged confused glances, wondering what could be wrong. The doctor's frown quickly shifted into a smile. "Well, it seems you're not expecting just one baby."
Your heart skipped a beat. "What?" you whispered.
The doctor turned the screen toward you, showing not one, not two, but *three* tiny heartbeats. "You're having triplets!"
The room spun for a second as the weight of her words sank in. You and Robert sat there in stunned silence, your hands clenching each other's as you both processed the news.
"Triplets?" Robert finally managed to say, his eyes wide in disbelief. "As in... three babies?"
The doctor nodded, still smiling. "Yes, three healthy little ones. Congratulations!"
Your head swam with a million thoughts. Three babies. You and Robert had barely wrapped your minds around having one, let alone three. Robert let out a stunned laugh, running a hand through his hair as he turned to you, his blue eyes wide but sparkling with joy.
"Wow," he said, shaking his head with a grin. "Triplets. I guess we're really going all-in on this parenthood thing, huh?"
You let out a nervous laugh, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. "We really are."
In the days that followed, the news of triplets spread like wildfire among your friends and family. Robert was still in awe of it all, constantly talking about how they were going to fit three cribs in the nursery, how you'd need a bigger car, and how he'd better start reading up on diaper-changing techniques for three babies at once.
As for you, the reality of it was daunting, but having Robert by your side made it all feel possible. He was so excited, so involved, and every time you felt overwhelmed by the idea of being a mother to three at once, he was there to remind you that you weren't alone in this.
One evening, after a long day of preparing for the babies, you and Robert sat on the couch again, much like that night when you'd first found out. His hand rested on your growing belly, feeling the soft movements of the triplets inside you.
"Can you believe it?" he whispered, his voice full of wonder. "Three little ones. It's crazy, but I can't wait to meet them."
You smiled at him, leaning your head on his shoulder. "I can't believe it either. But I know we'll be okay."
Robert kissed your forehead softly, his voice full of love as he said, "We're going to be the best parents, and I'll be with you every step of the way."
And in that moment, despite the craziness of it all, you knew he was right. No matter what, the two of you would figure it out — together.
Robert grinned as he held up the three tiny helmets. "Look what I got for our little pit crew! Gotta start them early, right?"
You stared at him in disbelief, unable to contain your laughter, even though your belly felt like it was about to burst. "Robert, are you serious? Helmets? They're not even born yet, and you're already preparing them for Formula 1!"
"Hey," he said, holding up one of the helmets and gently placing it against your belly, "safety first. These kids are gonna be born ready to race." He knelt down and tapped the helmet against your stomach lightly. "You hear that, little ones? Get ready, because the moment you come out, it's game on!"
You rolled your eyes, amused, but even as he joked, you couldn't help but feel an overwhelming wave of love. No matter how difficult this pregnancy had been, Robert's excitement never wavered. He had the ability to find humor in every situation, no matter how uncomfortable you were.
However, the last few weeks were a true test of endurance. Your belly was so large that even simple things — sitting, standing, breathing — became a struggle. Every time you moved, it felt like the babies were in a wrestling match inside you. Robert tried to make you laugh through it all, but even his jokes couldn't mask how exhausting it was.
One day, you woke up feeling particularly miserable. Your back hurt, your ankles were swollen beyond recognition, and you couldn't remember the last time you slept more than two hours in a row. As you struggled to get out of bed, you muttered, "I think I'm going to be pregnant forever."
Robert, who was brushing his teeth in the bathroom, peeked his head out with toothpaste foam around his mouth. "Forever, huh? Well, in that case, maybe I should start calling you 'The Mother of Dragons.' You're basically the Khaleesi of triplets now."
You couldn't help but laugh despite yourself. "I don't think Daenerys had to deal with this level of discomfort," you grumbled, waddling out of bed with his help.
As you sat down on the couch for what felt like the hundredth time that day, Robert brought you a tray of snacks — pickles, cheese, and chocolate, a combination that only made sense in your pregnancy-fueled cravings.
