Prologue:
The lightning flashed, the thunder boomed. The short, stumpy grass on the wide prairie was tossed and splayed flat by the thunderous wind. The heavy rain poured down, as if a giant ws dipping a huge bucket full of water over the prairie. And yet there was a small abandoned wooden house, swaying in the middle of the raging storm. Inside the poorly structured cabin, lay a heaving woman, a doctor and her husband at her side, as she struggled to give birth.
The windows of the log cabin groaned and creaked, as if it was just strong enough, not to shatter against the wind. The poor woman screamed in pain, her voice drowned out by the pouring rain splattering on the roof, threatening to pull it down. The husband clenched her hand tightly, not letting his wife go. The doctor's hands and feet were everywhere. Grabbing medicine, soothing the woman, doing everything he could do to keep the woman living. At last, a tiny hand poked out from the woman. The doctor rushed to help. The husband held onto his wife as the lightning crashed, followed by the rumbling of thunder. The child slide out, the husband cried out in relief. The baby was bundled in some old cloth. The series of work happened two more times.
The mother held the triplets close to her heart. The doctor left. The husband held his family firmly. The infants let out screams and cry's, the noise adding with the violent storm raging above them, becoming a retching chorus. The triplets squirmed in there mother's arms. But as the husband looked more closely, he found out that his wife's breathing was slowing down, and before he could do anything, his wife's breathing stopped altogether.
Suspense