The joys of parenthood, Jonas wished to be at home, and he got served.

Having two babies was one thing; having three of the same age was a whole other story. If someone asked Jonas what changed the game, the man would say:

Baby Brezza.

Sierra could not feed all at once; without the milk formula-making device, the house would be a choir of cries.

The nature lover against diapers quickly revised his judgment and dedicated their storage room to the diapers they bought in bulk.

Both parents ran around like headless chickens up and down the bedroom hallway while cradling the babies. Jonas finally found a technique; it wasn't rare to see the man driving around at an ungodly hour with his triplets in the back of his car to make them sleep. The parents didn't have a moment to themselves.

As the days passed, the babies began to reveal their personalities.

"Haven't you ever noticed, Sierra, people named after someone with a tragic tragedy have a miserable life?"

"Really, I've never noticed."

"Anyway, don't ever call your child Cecile. It's old-fashioned."

"I told you, I won't have children."

"Just in case, let me pick a name for you. If it's a boy, call him Gabriel or Adrian. They're handsome most of the time. If it's a girl, call her Malia."

"Where does that come from?"

Cecile shrugged, "I just like how it sounds, either that or Reine [queen]. One can only have a glorious future with such a name."

Joah, the oldest of the twins, only cried when Gabriel, his younger brother, did. On the other hand, Malia was silent, she took huge naps, and when awake, she watched the world. The baby didn't mirror her brother's actions, and she reminded her parents of how Leone was younger.

Leone quickly understood he could not hold his parent's attention hostage like he used to, but he found a new purpose. He was the oldest, and he had to set an example. His parents noticed how protective he was of his siblings, especially of his little sister.

Malia was different from his brothers, and him/ Leone realized it the day he saw her without her diaper. He tapped on his father's arm and pointed, "papa, regarde, le zizi est où? [dad, look, where's the ding-ga-ling].

"Leone, Malia is a girl; she doesn't have that."

Leone touched his forehead. Poor thing, how will she go to the toilet? The boy thought.

Life had another rhythm, and the person who had the most challenging time adapting was Sierra. Here she was in the postpartum period, and unlike her pregnancy, she found nothing exalting about herself. Her hormone level had dropped. She was tired, cranky, and her body, if one could call it that, looked like beaten bread dough.

She wondered if she would ever have a flat stomach again or whether her breasts would hold up a little.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Jonas asked when he found her crying in front of the mirror.

"I look awful."

Jonas opened his mouth to speak, and Sierra lifted her hand, "don't you dare, Jonas. Don't you dare say I'm beautiful right now because I'm not."

"That's your opinion, Sierra. You are gorgeous."

The woman sighed, "gorgeous; look at my stomach and my butt; I feel like melted ice cream."

Jonas smiled and winked, "even so, I still want to lick the melted you."

Sierra covered her eyes and shook her head, "how can you say that?" Even in the moments Sierra lived as a world crisis, the man managed to provoke her smile. "I didn't know it would be this hard mentally. I didn't think my mood would drop like this. I just feel like crying all the time, but I'm happy. Does that make sense?"

Jonas approached and gave her a back hug," it's okay, Sierra. No, one expects you to be all plastic grins. It isn't as easy as I thought either, but I wouldn't swap this part for anything."

Leone came running, followed by Olly, "papa, Gabi pleure."

"I'll be back."

This was their new life, and though both dreamt of sleeping eight hours straight, it was what they wanted. The children took up all the space, and Jonas' I'll be back didn't occur before the kid's nap time. Then the man began to work.

Sierra didn't attempt to bother him. Jonas could only dedicate a few hours a day to his projects. Thus he needed to make most of it.

While Jonas worked, Sierra ironed, she had learned since, and she found the activity relaxing. Perhaps because she only needed to do it if she wanted to. Jonas usually did most of the ironing at night when all slept.

His wife out of sight, Jonas typed his search on Google: How to take care of my wife postpartum?

No, he wasn't an expert, they were living multiple first-time experiences at once, and all was overwhelming. Jonas knew he would not get everything right but wished to do his best.

Sierra, too, thought of him. Jonas did almost everything, cook, clean, and amuse the kids. He was the super daddy while she felt like the unworthy mother.

How did she ever imagine she would handle being a mother of four?

"Sierra."

The woman looked up, "what are you doing?"

"I thought I'd make myself useful."

Jonas frowned, "you don't need to do this. Get some rest."

Be honest with one another, their therapist said. Jonas couldn't know what was on her mind unless she said it.

"Resting is all I do. I feel as though you're carrying the weight of it all."

"First of all, my family isn't weight. Secondly, I'm happy to do this."

"But you're exhausted too."

"Sierra, please, don't cloud your mind with such thoughts. Leave the ironing, do something you like."

"Jo-."

"No, Sierra, go."

The woman sighed and turned off the iron central," that pile will touch the ceiling."

"Let it; it's not like someone's going to know with have a hill of clothes to iron."

"Alright, I'll be by the pond."

It was her favorite spot, she could sit and read for hours, and Jonas would glance at her from time to time. He placed his desk at the exact angle that allowed him to have a view of their garden.

Sierra sat, but she didn't focus on the pages; instead, it was a retrospective of the last two years of her life that ran in her mind's theater. She saw herself walking back and forth in front of the Jimmy Choo store in Paris.

How careless was she?

All that mattered then for her then were glittered stilettos. The woman giggled when she thought of when she went to work with Leone's bib.

Was she crazy?

Sierra shivered when she thought of the Gauthiers. She automatically touched where the scar was under her chin. It was already fifteen years old, one only noticed the spot by its darker tone, but most of it had faded just like the Gauthiers themselves.

Sierra had nothing except Jacob and her three friends, Jade, May, and Dima, back then. The woman was afraid to live her life to the fullest.

Sierra thought she was lucky and contented herself with what she had because she believed it was all someone like her could have.

The woman's eyes roamed on her house, their house.

Now she not only had more, but she also had it all. Everything one could pray for in life.

She lost a sister, mother, and father, but she got a man that filled her emptiness with love. She lost a child and got not one but four children. God sends his blessings, Jacob said. Again one had to recognize the deed when they saw it.

The woman closed her eyes, "thank you," she whispered to who or what; it didn't matter. All she wished was for her words to be heard.

Sierra finally read for a while and jolted from her chair when she realized what time it was. She entered the house and went to Jonas' office.

The man wasn't there, she went to look in the kid's bedrooms, but they weren't there.

"Jonas?" She pushed open the door to their room.

Jonas slept with the triplets aligned next to him. Their heads rested close to his outstretched arm. Already awake, Leone watched them," tout le monde fait dodo mama. Ils dorment trop" Everyone is sleeping, mom, they sleep too much."

Sierra came to sit next to Leone and watched them too.

The babies all took after Jonas, Sierra thought. For the moment, the children's complexion was fair and their hair silky straight. It wasn't easy to distill their mixed heritage.

She couldn't believe they were all hers, just like the man who slept. Sierra leaned and kissed Jonas on the cheek.

"I love you, Jonas."

"I love you, Sierra."

"Moi, aussi, moi, aussi, je t'aime, mama." [Me too, I love you too, mom.]

Sierra took Leone on her lap and kissed his head, "je t'aime, Leone de tout mon coeur, [I love you, Leone, with all my heart]."

Peace at last.

At that instant, Gabriel released a cry, followed by Joah, and Malia opened her eyes in a flutter that said whatever.

Jonas groaned and sat up, "okay, who needs a nap anyway."

Yes, Sierra never dreamt of such a life, but it was what she didn't know she needed.