Daigo
Can be read as a standalone story.
When my wife told me she wanted IVF, I told her no.
When she pushed harder, I told her the risks were too high.
When she looked at me with those beautiful-brown eyes full of longing, I caved.
Because I always cave for her.
I expected one baby. Maybe two.
The universe gave us three.
Triplets.
Two identical girls and a boy who came into this world tangled in his own cord, barely breathing, and small enough to fit in my two hands.
I wasn’t ready.
Not for the months of morning sickness I couldn’t fix. Not for the midnight bleeding that nearly stopped my heart. Not for the doctor telling me to leave the room while my wife hemorrhaged on the table.
I stood in that corridor and made a deal with God.
Take everything. The company. The money. Every cent to my name.
Just give me her. Give me them.
He did.
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