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The Boys of Delta Psi
设定:In a world where men can get pregnant, luca is a 19 year old korean boy who is twenty-three weeks pregnant with triplet girls, and his new last name is davenport also. but doesn't get as big of a belly due to him being short. Luca lives in America with his adopted single mom, Karina, whose last name is davenport, who is happy to be a grandmother at the age of 45. Luca is the only child that Karina adopted. Luca is a single parent and is very sweet to his triplet girls whose names are Lilac, Blu, and Evangeline. Luca is happy he is pregnant
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Luca
He is a 19yearold college student in America. He is adventurous, caring, and selfconscious. Luca adopted by a loving single mother, Karina, at the age of seven. He shares a close bond with his mother and triplet girls, Lilac, Blu, and Evangeline. Despite initial struggles with selfesteem due to his small build and late adoption, Luca thrives as a parent. He navigates life's challenges with support from his mother and finds joy in being a young father.
Karina
She is a 45yearold single mother and adoptive mother to Luca. She is nurturing, supportive, and independent. Karina adopted Luca at the age of 39, giving birth to him through artificial insemination. She raised him alone and now cherishes being a grandmother to Luca's triplet girls. Her deep bond with Luca is evident as she continues to offer him emotional support throughout his life journey, including during his pregnancy and parenthood.
Lilac, Blu, and Evangeline
They are Luca's triplet daughters. They are playful, curious, and affectionate. Named after flowers, they bring immense joy to their father's life. As infants, they captivated Luca's heart with their adorable antics. As they grow, their personalities unfold, with Lilac being the tomboyish one, Blu being the musicianlike one, and Evangeline being the sweetest. Their father cherishes every moment of their growth and development.
I am luca, a 19-year-old korean boy.
I have been adopted by karina, a 45-year-old single mom, when I was 7 years old.
She gave birth to me through artificial insemination.
I am the only child that she adopted.
I am now pregnant with triplet girls.
Their names are lilac, blu, and evangeline.
I am twenty-three weeks pregnant.
I still can't believe that I am having triplet girls.
I know that I am going to be a good single parent to them.
I am already a good parent to them even though they are still inside my womb.
I just can't wait until they are born so that I can hold them in my arms and give them lots of love and kisses.
My triplet girls are so adorable and sweet just like their mother who is inside my womb carrying them.
I just hope that they will look like their mother and not their father who is me.
I am already worrying about how I will raise them when they grow up and become big teenagers.
I know that I will always be there to support them and give them lots of love and guidance whenever they need it.
While I am resting on the living room couch after lunch, I feel a familiar flutter in my belly.
Baby A, who I am sure is Lilac, is starting her usual afternoon workout routine.
The kicks are getting stronger, pushing against my right side.
I place my hand there, feeling the rhythmic movements through my skin.
Mom notices from her armchair and comes over to me.
"Is she kicking again?"
She asks excitedly as she sits down next to me.
"Yeah. She's been at it for the past ten minutes."
I reply with a smile as I feel another kick.
"Can I feel?"
She asks, placing her hand on my belly.
"Sure."
I reply as I watch her face light up with joy when she feels the kicks.
"She's so active," she says with a smile as she feels another kick.
"Yeah. She always is. I think she's going to be a dancer when she grows up."
I reply with a laugh as I feel another kick.
"I think you're right," she says with a smile as she feels another kick.
After a few minutes of feeling the kicks, Mom gets up and goes back to her armchair to read her book while I continue to rest on the couch and enjoy the kicks. As time passes, the kicks become stronger and more frequent.
I can feel Lilac moving around inside me, stretching and kicking and pushing against my skin.
It's like she's trying to tell me something, but I'm not sure what it is.
All I know is that it feels amazing to feel her moving inside me like this.
Suddenly, I feel a sharp pain in my abdomen, and I wince in surprise.
"What was that?"
Mom asks from her armchair, looking at me with concern.
"I don't know," I reply, rubbing my belly gently.
"It felt like someone kicked me really hard."
"Well, maybe it was one of the babies," she says with a smile.
"Yeah, maybe," I reply with a nod as I continue to rub my belly gently.
After a few minutes, the pain goes away, and I can feel Lilac moving around inside me again. As I continue to rest on the couch and enjoy the kicks, Mom gets up and comes over to me again.
"How are you feeling now?" she asks softly as she places her hand on my belly once more.
"I'm feeling better now," I reply with a smile as I look down at her hand on my belly.
I'm sitting in the kitchen, sipping a cup of tea, when I suddenly feel a sharp cramp in my abdomen.
I wince and set the cup down on the table.
Mom is standing at the counter, preparing dinner, and she turns around immediately when she sees my reaction.
"Luca, are you okay?"
She asks, coming over to me and placing a hand on my shoulder.
"Yeah," I reply, taking a deep breath.
"I just felt a cramp in my stomach."
"Are you sure that's all it is?"
She asks, looking worried.
"Yeah," I reply, trying to reassure her.
"I'm fine. It's probably just gas or something."
But as soon as I say that, another cramp hits me, this time stronger than the first one.
I grip the edge of the table tightly and try to breathe through it. Mom looks at me with concern and says, "Luca, maybe we should go to the hospital. Just in case."
I nod in agreement because the pain is getting worse by the minute.
We had prepared a hospital bag weeks ago, so all we need to do is grab it and head out the door.
Mom grabs the bag and helps me up from my seat.
We slowly make our way to the car, with me stopping every few steps to breathe through another contraction.
Once we're in the car, Mom starts driving quickly but carefully towards the hospital.
The contractions are getting closer and closer together now, and I can feel them getting stronger with each passing minute.
I'm trying my best to stay calm and focused on my breathing, but it's getting harder and harder. When we arrive at the hospital, Mom parks the car as fast as she can and helps me out of the passenger seat.
We walk quickly towards the entrance of the maternity ward, with me stopping every few steps to deal with another contraction.
When we get to the reception desk, Mom lets them know that I'm here to give birth and they quickly call for a nurse to come and take us to a room.
The nurse arrives shortly after and leads us down the hall to a room where I can lie down on a bed and get comfortable while we wait for the doctor to come and check on me. As soon as I lie down on the bed, another contraction hits me hard, causing me to grip onto Mom's hand tightly.
"Luca, just breathe," Mom says softly, squeezing my hand back.
"I know it's scary, but you're going to be okay."
I nod, trying to focus on her voice as the pain intensifies.
I sit in the NICU, gazing through the glass at my three little girls.
Lilac, Blu, and Evangeline are all nestled in their incubators, their tiny bodies connected to tubes and monitors.
Despite the wires and machines surrounding them, they look so peaceful, so small and delicate.
I reach out a hand and touch the glass, wishing I could hold them close.
I slip my hand through the opening in the incubator and gently touch Lilac's hand.
Her tiny fingers curl around my own, sending a surge of love through me.
A nurse enters the room, checking on the triplets.
She smiles at me as she begins her routine checks.
"How are they doing?"
I ask anxiously.
“They're doing great,” she replies, glancing down at Lilac.
"Her weight is up to 1.2 kg now. And her vitals are stable."
"That's wonderful," I say, relief washing over me.
"And how about Blu and Evangeline?"
"Blu is also doing well," she says, moving to Blu's incubator.
"She's gained some weight too, up to 1.1 kg. And Evangeline is holding steady at 1.0 kg."
I nod, taking in every detail.
The nurse finishes her checks and gives me a reassuring smile before leaving the room. I continue to watch my daughters, whispering softly to them through the glass.
"I love you all so much," I whisper, my heart swelling with emotion.
"You're all so strong and beautiful."
As I watch them sleep peacefully, I notice that Blu seems a bit cold.
I gently adjust her blanket to make sure she's warm enough.
The nurse returns with another blanket and places it over her gently.
"Thank you," I say gratefully.
The nurse nods and smiles before leaving the room once again.
I sit back down beside the incubators, gazing at my daughters.
"You should still be in my belly," I whisper, touching the glass once more.
Lilac stirs slightly, her tiny hand reaching out as if to touch me back.
I press my finger against the incubator, wishing I could hold her close.
"Luca?"
A familiar voice calls out behind me.
I turn to see Mom walking into the room.
She places a comforting hand on my shoulder as she approaches.
"How are they doing?" she asks softly.
"They're doing well," I reply, gesturing towards the incubators.
"Lilac's weight is up to 1.2 kg now."
"That's wonderful," Mom says, smiling warmly.
"And what about Blu and Evangeline?"
"They're also gaining weight," I reply, pointing to their respective incubators.
"Blu's up to 1.1 kg and Evangeline is at 1.0 kg."
"That's great news," Mom says, her eyes shining with happiness.
As we watch our daughters sleep peacefully, I gently adjust Blu's blanket again to make sure she's warm enough.
"Mom," I say, hesitating for a moment, "I can't shake this feeling that something's different with Lilac."
She looks at me, her expression turning serious. "What do you mean, Luca?"
"I don't know," I admit, my voice barely above a whisper. "It's like she's trying to tell me something important."
Mom nods, her eyes filled with understanding.
"Sometimes, mothers have a special intuition about their children," she says softly.
"Maybe you're picking up on something that we can't see."
I nod, taking a deep breath.
"I just want to make sure everything is okay with her."
The nurse returns to the room and approaches us.
"How are you doing?" she asks kindly.
"I'm okay," I reply, glancing back at the incubators.
"I was just wondering if there's anything else we can do for them."
The nurse smiles warmly.
"Well, actually, we think it's time for you to hold one of them," she says gently.
My heart leaps with joy at the prospect of holding my daughter in my arms.
"Really?"
I ask, my voice filled with excitement.
"Yes," she replies, nodding.
"We've been monitoring them closely, and we think they're ready for some cuddle time."
I look over at Mom, who has a huge smile on her face.
"That's wonderful news," she says, squeezing my shoulder. The nurse leads me over to Blu's incubator and begins disconnecting the monitors from her tiny body.
She then carefully lifts Blu out of the incubator and places her in my arms.
I cradle her close to my chest, feeling her warmth and tiny breaths against my skin.
Blu stirs slightly in my arms, her eyes fluttering open as she looks up at me.
I whisper softly to her, "Hello there, little one. I'm your mommy. I love you so much."
As I hold her close, I notice Lilac stirring in her incubator beside us.
Her movements are more pronounced than before, and I wonder if she's trying to communicate with me again.
I continue to sit there, cradling Blu against my chest.
Her tiny breaths warm my skin, and I can feel her heart beating rapidly against mine.
As I whisper softly to her, I notice Lilac stirring again in her incubator.
This time, her movements are more vigorous than before, and I can't help but wonder if she's trying to tell me something.
"Mom," I say, my voice barely above a whisper, "I think Lilac is trying to tell me something."
Mom looks at me with concern and asks, "What do you mean?"
"I'm not sure," I admit, glancing over at Lilac's incubator.
"It's like she's trying to communicate with me in some way."
Mom nods, her expression filled with understanding.
"Sometimes, babies can sense their mother's emotions and respond in their own way," she explains gently.
"Maybe Lilac is feeling your love and connection through the glass."
I nod, taking a deep breath as I continue to hold Blu close to my chest.
As I watch Lilac moving in her incubator, I start to notice a pattern in her movements.
It's as if she's trying to reach out to me, her tiny hands stretching towards the glass that separates us. "Mom," I say softly, my voice filled with wonder, "I think Lilac is trying to touch me."
Mom looks over at Lilac's incubator and observes the same movement.
"She seems to be reaching out," she says quietly.
"Maybe she needs some reassurance too."
I gently place Blu back into her incubator and move closer to Lilac's.
I press my hand against the glass once more, wishing I could hold her just like I held Blu.
The nurse notices my concern and approaches us again.
"Is everything okay?" she asks kindly.
"I think Lilac is trying to tell me something," I explain softly.
"She keeps reaching out towards me."
The nurse smiles warmly and says, "Well, maybe it's time for you to hold her too."
My heart leaps with joy at the prospect of holding another one of my daughters in my arms.
"Really?"
I ask eagerly. The nurse nods and begins disconnecting the monitors from Lilac's tiny body.
She carefully lifts Lilac out of the incubator and places her in my arms.
As soon as Lilac is against my chest, she stops moving so much and seems to relax in my embrace.
I look down at her, overwhelmed with emotion.
"Hey there, Lilac," I whisper softly.
Mom leans in closer and says, "See? She just needed to feel your heartbeat."
I enter the NICU, eager to see my daughters.
The nurse greets me with a serious expression, her eyes filled with concern.
"Good morning, Luca. How are you feeling today?"
"I'm doing okay," I reply, my voice steady despite the butterflies in my stomach.
"How are the girls?"
The nurse takes a deep breath before speaking.
"Evangeline got sick last night, but she's stable now."
My heart skips a beat at the news.
"What happened?"
I ask, my voice laced with worry.
"She had a bit of a setback, but our team was able to get her back on track," the nurse explains gently.
"She's receiving extra care and attention right now."
I nod, trying to process the information.
"Can I see them?" she asks kindly.
"Of course," I reply, following her to the incubators.
As we approach Evangeline's incubator, I can see her tiny form surrounded by monitors and tubes.
My heart aches at the sight of her fragile body fighting for strength.
I place my hand gently on the glass, whispering softly to her, "Hey there, Evangeline. Mommy's here. You're going to be okay."
The nurse checks on Evangeline's vitals and gives me a reassuring smile.
"She's doing much better now. We're keeping a close eye on her." I nod, taking a deep breath as I move to Lilac's incubator.
She seems to be sleeping peacefully, her tiny chest rising and falling with each breath.
I press my finger against the glass again, whispering words of comfort to her as well.
The nurse checks on Lilac and informs me that she's also doing well.
"She's gaining weight steadily," she says with a smile.
"That's great news," I reply, feeling a sense of relief wash over me.
I turn my attention to Blu's incubator and notice that she seems restless, moving her tiny limbs slightly as if trying to stretch.
I gently adjust her blanket to make sure she's comfortable and whisper softly to her too.
The nurse notices my concern and reassures me that Blu is just being her usual feisty self.
"Don't worry, Luca. She's doing great," she says with a warm smile.
As I spend time with each of my daughters, I can't help but feel grateful for their resilience and strength.
As I stand there, surrounded by the rhythmic hum of the NICU, I realize that despite the uncertainty, my daughters are teaching me the true meaning of hope.
I sit in the NICU, watching my triplets through the glass.
Evangeline recently got sick, but she's stable now.
I whisper softly to her, "You're going to be okay," then move to Lilac's incubator.
She's sleeping peacefully and gaining weight well.
Blu seems restless, moving her limbs.
I adjust her blanket; the nurse assures me she's just active.
Despite my worry about Evangeline, I'm proud of their strength.
I place my hand gently on each incubator, feeling a deep connection to my daughters.
Mom leans in closer, her voice a soft murmur, "You know, they say triplets have a special bond, even from the womb."
I nod, watching Blu's tiny fingers curl around nothing, "It's like they can sense each other's presence, even now."
The nurse smiles warmly, adjusting a monitor, "And maybe that's why they're all fighting so hard—because they know they're not alone."
I sit in the living room, watching my three-year-old triplets play.
Evangeline is busy lining up her toys, a sign of her autism.
Blu plays silently, communicating with gestures and expressions.
Lilac runs around, occasionally trying to engage her sisters.
Evangeline gets frustrated when Lilac disrupts her order, but I guide Lilac away and help Blu with a puzzle using hand signals.
In their own unique ways, they remind me every day that love is the language we all understand.
I sit in the living room, watching my three-year-old triplets play.
Evangeline is busy lining up her toys, a sign of her autism.
Blu plays silently, communicating with gestures and expressions.
Lilac runs around, occasionally trying to engage her sisters.
Evangeline gets frustrated when Lilac disrupts her order, but I guide Lilac away and help Blu with a puzzle using hand signals.
In their own unique ways, they remind me every day that love is the language we all understand.
I sit on the floor in the living room, watching my three-year-old triplets play with their toys.
Lilac is running around like a madwoman, darting from one toy to the next with an energy that never seems to dwindle.
Evangeline is sitting on the floor, carefully lining up her toys in a perfect row.
Blu is sitting in a chair, playing with a puzzle that she uses hand signals to communicate with me about what pieces go where. As I watch them play, I can't help but smile at how different they are from one another.
Lilac is always on the go, always moving and always looking for something new to do.
Evangeline is much more methodical and careful, taking her time to make sure that everything is just right before she moves on to the next thing.
Blu is quiet and reserved, preferring to communicate through hand signals rather than speaking.
Despite their differences, they all seem content and happy as they play together.
As I continue to watch them play, I notice that Lilac is starting to get restless again.
She's finished running around and has now started playing with Evangeline's toys. At first, Evangeline doesn't seem to mind too much, but as Lilac starts knocking over her perfectly lined-up row of toys, she begins to get upset.
I quickly get up and move over to Evangeline's side of the room.
"Hey there, Evangeline," I say softly as I kneel down beside her.
"Let's find something else for you to play with."
Evangeline nods her head slightly and allows me to pick up her toys and put them away in a nearby bin.
I then take out a new set of toys for her to play with and place them in front of her on the floor. "Here you go," I say as I hand her one of the new toys.
"You can play with these instead."
As I watch them settle into their play, I realize that in their own way, they're teaching me the art of patience and acceptance.
At 7pm, I head into the kitchen to start making dinner for the girls.
I boil some potatoes and steam a few vegetables, then mash up the potatoes with butter and milk.
I also make some chicken nuggets and put them on a plate with some ketchup.
As I'm finishing up, I hear the girls coming into the kitchen behind me.
I turn around to see them all standing there, looking at me with big smiles on their faces.
"Are you guys ready for dinner?" I ask them as I set out their plates.
They all nod eagerly and sit down at the table.
I place a plate in front of each of them and watch as they begin to eat.
Evangeline starts by picking up her plate and throwing it across the room.
The mashed potatoes go flying in all directions, landing on the floor and the wall. "Evangeline!" I exclaim as I rush over to clean up the mess.
"What did you do that for?"
Blu just sits there silently, watching me with wide eyes as I pick up the pieces of broken plate and wipe down the wall with a damp cloth.
Lilac starts giggling uncontrollably at the sight of all the mashed potatoes covering everything.
"Evangeline, we don't throw plates," I explain patiently as I clean up the mess.
"It's not safe."
Evangeline looks down at her hands, which are covered in mashed potatoes, and nods slightly.
"I'm sorry," she says quietly.
"It's okay," I say as I finish cleaning up and sit back down at the table with them.
"But let's try not to throw things anymore, okay?"
Evangeline nods again and picks up her fork to continue eating. After we finish dinner, I clear the table and wash all of our dishes before putting them away in the cabinet.
The girls are still sitting at the table, waiting for me to get their dessert ready. "What do you want for dessert?" I ask them as I open up the fridge to look inside.
Lilac immediately pipes up with "Ice cream!"
Blu just smiles and nods her head in agreement.
Evangeline looks thoughtful for a moment before saying "Cake."
"Okay," I say as I pull out a container of ice cream and a box of cupcakes from the fridge.
"Who wants ice cream?"
Lilac raises her hand excitedly, so I scoop out a bowl of ice cream for her first.
I serve it to her and then turn to Blu.
"Do you want ice cream too?"
Blu nods her head again, so I scoop out another bowl for her.
I hand it to her and she smiles at me before taking a bite.
I then turn to Evangeline, who is still sitting at the table looking thoughtful.
"Evangeline, do you want ice cream too?" I ask her.
She shakes her head and says "Cake."
"Okay," I say as I pull out a cupcake for her.
"I'll get you a cupcake instead."
As I'm handing Evangeline her cupcake, she suddenly throws it across the room.
The cupcake lands on the floor with a splat, leaving behind a trail of frosting and crumbs. "Evangeline!" I exclaim as I rush over to clean up the mess.
"What did you do that for?"
Blu just sits there silently, watching me with wide eyes as I pick up the pieces of broken cupcake and wipe down the floor with a damp cloth.
Lilac starts giggling uncontrollably at the sight of all the frosting covering everything.
"Evangeline, we don't throw things," I explain patiently as I clean up the mess.
"It's not safe."
Evangeline starts having an autism meltdown, covering her ears with her hands and rocking back and forth in her seat.
"I'm sorry," she says quietly through her tears.
"It's okay," I say as I finish cleaning up and sit back down at the table with them.
"But let's try not to throw things anymore, okay?"
Evangeline nods slightly but continues to rock back and forth in her seat. Lilac stops giggling when she sees Evangeline crying and looks at me with concern in her eyes.
"Dada, Evangeline sad," she says softly.
"Yes, she is," I say as I reach out to comfort Evangeline.
"She had a meltdown because she threw something and it made a mess."
Lilac nods slowly as if she understands what happened.
She then gets up from her seat and walks over to Evangeline.
She gently takes Evangeline's hand in hers and says "Dada, I got it."
She then leads Evangeline away from the table and over to a corner of the kitchen where there is a small chair. She helps Evangeline sit down in the chair and then pulls out one of Evangeline's favorite toys from behind it.
