Ty and I adjusted to married life very well. He even adopted my son Cato, who now calls him Dad. It really made me so happy seeing those two together.
Stresses were running high at City Hall; it was Election Season and I had put my name on the ballot. I was officially running for Mayor of Sunset Valley. It was a time for press conferences, door to door campaigning, running political ads on TV, making speeches around town and debating with my opponents Mr. Alfonso Crews and Mrs. Raina Roarke, who just happened to be good friends of mine.
Everything was going great until 2 months before Election Day, I started feeling sick to my stomach. Unlike the first time when I thought I had the flu, I knew exactly what was going on. I was pregnant and just to make sure, I took a pregnancy test and it confirmed my suspicions. I was positively delighted but this meant backing out of the electoral race to being Mayor and I’d have to hold a press conference explaining my actions.
But first I’d have to tell Ty. I decided to tell my family over dinner one night. I picked a night that Ty wasn’t working and made a dinner of spaghetti in veggie sauce. After small talk of how everyone’s day went, I finally spilled the beans.
“So guys, I have news!” I said happily.
“You got picked to be Mayor?!” Cato guessed excitedly. I laughed and shook my head.
“No, but I have to back out actually.” Tyler looked up from his meal and frowned.
“Why, honey? Isn’t that what you really wanted?” “Well yeah,” I replied. “But I really want more kids.” I had a small smile on my face while Ty looked completely confused.
“But…why…don’t…wait a minute…Ve, are you pregnant?!” My smile grew even bigger as I confirmed and he dropped his fork and stared. “I’m gonna be a daddy?” I shook my head. “Yep!” Oh my Watcher,” he exclaimed and leaving his dinner forgotten, he ran over to my side of the table and gave me a big hug and kiss.
Allie was excited about being an auntie and happily rubbed my belly. Cato, however was most displeased and he cleaned up his dinner without saying a word and stalked to away to his room.
When I went in his room after him, he screamed at me to leave him alone. I was surprised because he’d always been an even tempered child and I’d never heard him so much as raise his voice. Feeling dejected and worried, I walked away.
I talked to Ty about it and he thinks Cato just needs time to adjust to the fact he won’t be an only child anymore. He suggested I give him space and I reluctantly agreed. I went to bed feeling sad and depressed because my own son wasn’t talking to me.
However I was feeling emotionally, I knew I’d have to suck it up because the next morning I had a press conference. I invited all the news channels to my home to film me addressing the citizens of Sunset Valley live at 10 AM. I was a bit nervous but finally the time came and the reporters started pouring in.
“Good morning citizens of Sunset Valley,” I started. “Ever since I was an intern at Sunset Valley City Hall working under Governer Kimura, I set my sights on becoming Mayor of this beautiful city. I worked hard and dreamed hard until I was finally able to place my name on the voting ballots. However, as we all know, sometimes things don’t go as planned.”
I paused for a second and took in a deep breathe. “I’m backing out of the race to be Mayor of the city. I cannot give the city the attention it deserves and needs because…I am with child. As any mother knows, it will be next to impossible to run a city and raise a newborn. I’d like to offer my support to my two good friends and former opponents City Council Members Alfonso Crews and Raina Roarke. Thank you to the wonderful citizens of Sunset Valley and may Watcher bless you.”
When I was done, there was a flurry of questions about my pregnancy and the future. I smiled and answered them all to the best of my ability but after a while, I indicated that I was tired and the reporters left. I changed into some comfy clothes, got some ice cream and curled up with “What To Expect When You’re Expecting”.
The next few months, Ty did everything in his power to make sure that I was 100% comfortable during my pregnancy. He cooked my favorite meals, gave me massages and would call home from work just to check up on me.
I could tell he was going to be an amazing dad.
Just like when I was pregnant with Cato, Allie picked up chores around the house and was always rubbing my belly, trying to feel for her new niece of newphew.
Cato still wasn’t talking to me; he avoided me around the house and when we were in the same room, he wouldn’t even look at me. It hurt to be ignored by my son but I continued to give him space. Allie told me she heard him crying in his room and talking to himself about how he didn’t want any stinky babies.
One day, I returned from a well needed trip to the spa to find Ty waiting for me in our bedroom grinning like an idiot.
“Why are you so smiley?” I asked, amused.
“I have a surprise for you.” He took my hands and led me into the bedroom down the hall from ours.
“Close your eyes,” he said. I obediently shut my eyes and let myself be led into the room.
“Open them.” I let out a huge squeal. The room was a painted a neutral shade of green and was decorated with decorative children’s stickers and toys. We just found out we were having triplets (which surprised no one considering I was a triplet) but we didn’t found out the gender. “This is amazing!” I squealed and hugged my husband. With the room all prepared, I couldn’t wait to meet my new babies.
The rest of my pregnancy passed without much event or complaint. I spent most of my time working from home, painting and eating pistachio ice cream.
Cato still wasn’t talking to me by the time I reached 35 weeks and I decided this has gone on long enough. I went and visited my son in his bedroom where he was playing with his toys. When I walked in, he gave me a glare and muttered, “oh, it’s you,” and went back to playing.
I ignored that comment and went to stand next to him.
“Cato, talk to me honey. Why are you upset?” I thought he was going to yell and throw a tantrum but instead he started crying.
“I don’t want you and daddy to forget about me!” he wailed. Immediately, I comforted my son.
“Honey, no. We won’t forget about you, I promise.” He looked up at me with those big brown eyes.
“Pinky promise?” I hooked pinkies with his and shook my head. “Pinky promise.” He gave me a small smile.
“Are you gonna be a good big brother now?”
“Yeah! I’m gonna teach them how to play Batman!” I laughed and then ruffled his hair. “Alright buddy. In the meantime, get ready for bed. You’ve got school in the morning.”
Later that night, I went into labor. Ty rushed me to the hospital where after 12 hours of labor, I delivered two girls and a little boy. We named them Seneca Wes, Hazelle Rue and Primrose.