So this chapter has skipped a year, so the girls are nineteen months/seventeen months. Mason is...like 11? Don't get sassy if that's wrong, my story, I make up the age. Oh, and the reviewwwssss people...I need them to get ideas or my story stops here.

Charlotte was dressed in mom jeans. Never in her life, would she have pictured her great legs and firm ass making their way into mom jeans, but here she was mom jeans, comfy sweater, and hair in a ponytail to match. She sat on the couch, her legs tucked under her, her three daughters sitting either on her, or next to her. Mason was out at baseball with Cooper, and Charlotte had just finished reading to the triplets. She put the book down on the floor and kissed the back of Georgia's head. "Again?" Caroline asked quietly. Charlotte knew it was Caroline, firstly because of the pink rabbit she held in her hands, but also the lack of hair on the little girls head. Being identical triplets, there had been a time when even Charlotte and Cooper had gotten confused. Georgia was the easy one for a while, she was just the smallest, but now she was the same size as her sisters. Caroline had hardly any hair, where as Georgia and Rachel had lots. Rachel was tall, and Georgia's eyes had turned green not long after she turned one. They were slight differences that most people overlooked, but to Charlotte and Cooper, they were signals that they had three very different daughters. Their personalities had grown nearly as much as they had. Georgia was the bossy one. Always in charge, always leading the pack and getting the other two in trouble, but as sweet as candy when her parents were around. Cooper was constantly saying how much like her momma she was. Rachel was like Cooper. Sometimes it was all Charlotte could do to keep her mouth shut and keep in the pleads for her to stop talking. To say she was talkative was an understatement. Since learning how to talk, Charlotte swore she hadn't stopped. She was also funny, constantly pulling faces and making people laugh. Caroline, however, was her own person. She was quiet and withdrawn, and often got drowned out when her sister's strong personalities took over. Caroline was often found cuddling up to Mason, or drawing somewhere alone. Granted, she loved playing with her sisters, and giggled just as much as they did, but also liked to be left alone.

Charlotte was just about to tell them to pick another book instead of making her read the Peppa Pig one for the fifth time that day, when the front door swung open and Mason and Cooper walked in. Georgia was the first one off the couch and running towards the boys, but Rachel and Caroline weren't far behind. Their little legs sort of waddled as they ran as fast as they could, which wasn't really that fast. Cooper bent down and spread his arms out, taking all three into a hug at once. Lifting them up, he kissed them each, then placed them back down on the couch next to Charlotte. He placed his hands on the back of the couch and leant down, placing his lips softly on Charlotte's. "Hey beautiful." He said, smiling as he stood up. "How was Baseball?" Charlotte asked, looking directly at Cooper, but aiming her question at Mason. The kid sighed and dumped his bag on the floor. "We won." He told her miserably. Charlotte frowned and averted her eyes away from Mason to her son. "What's the matter then?" She asked, totally missing Cooper wildly shaking his head for her to stop talking. Mason blinked a few times, clearly trying to keep back tears. "I bench warmed for the entire game. I didn't even touch a bat." He muttered, grabbing the baseball cap from his head and throwing it at the wall.

"Hey. I know you had a bad morning, but don't take it out on my wallpaper." Charlotte told him firmly. Mason sighed and picked up his hat, glaring at Charlotte. "Mason. Take your attitude upstairs. You can come back down when you're ready to be civilized and talk about how you're feeling." Cooper said firmly.

Charlotte and Cooper watched Mason storm out of the room, then turned to one another. Charlotte had just enough time to mouth 'I love you' before both of them were attacked by little girls wanting cuddles.

It was late afternoon now, and the triplets were all napping upstairs in their bedroom. Mason had calmed down and apologised, and was now at a friend's house playing Pokémon. Charlotte was in the kitchen preparing dinner, her iPhone plugged into the speakers, playing soft, country music in the background. She didn't hear Cooper come in, and continued to swing her hips in time to the music as she sang along. Her back to her husband, her dancing wasn't affected by embarrassment. "You should dance more often." Cooper told her, breaking the spell, making her jump slightly. She swirled around and frowned at Cooper. "Jeez, you made me jump." She complained, turning the music off. Cooper stepped towards her and wrapped his arms around her, hugging her from behind. He kissed her neck and rested his chin on her shoulder. "I liked it." He told her, placing his hands on her hips, making them swing like they had to the music. "You never told me you could dance."

Charlotte smiled and leant her head back on Cooper's shoulder and let him swing her hips. "Cheer captain Coop. Dance was involved. " Cooper kissed her neck, leading a trail of soft kisses up to behind her ear. "How long have we been together and this is the first time you mention cheerleading?" He asked her, sounding slightly disappointed. Charlotte knew the only reason he wanted to have known earlier was to ask if she still had her uniform and if they could role-play with it. She spun around in his arms so she was facing him. She gave his lips a kiss, pulling his bottom lip into her mouth and gently biting it before releasing him. "Cheerleading was...not the proudest moment of my life. It involved far too much skin showing and not enough control of alcohol." She told him. Cooper smiled mischievously. "I don't mind skin." He whispered, running his hands down her arms and resting on her bum, squeezing slightly. Charlotte almost giggled, but looked up at the ceiling when she heard a tiny cry. She pecked a kiss on Cooper's cheek and pulled away from him. "Looks like the girls are awake. I'll get them if you finish dinner." She suggested, already half way out of the room. "You mean salvage dinner?" He joked, taking a look in the pan and scrunching up his nose.

Charlotte heard Coopers 'joke' and just rolled her eyes as she headed up the stairs. Entering the triplet's bedroom, she grinned at the three sleepy looking girls. "Hey there sugarplums." She cooed, picking the girls out of their cribs and putting them on the floor one at a time. Rachel and Caroline both held their blankies and bunnies, their thumbs in their mouths, while Georgia held tightly to one of Cooper's shirts. It was now old and scraggily, but it was the only thing that would help her fall asleep. She called it her 'waddy', in some failed attempt at saying daddy that somehow stuck. Charlotte sat on a bean bag on the floor, and put her arms out and hugged the three of them. They were quiet and calm. It was in these first few minutes after they woke up that they were silent and cuddly. It wouldn't be long before they were all bouncing off the walls again. "Let's go find daddy shall we?" She asked, rubbing Caroline's back. The three of them nodded sleepily, and Charlotte stood up. She took Caroline's hand in one of hers, and Rachel and Georgia's in the other. Leading them down the stairs, she called out to Cooper. "I've got three little girls who want a daddy hug." Cooper appeared and smiled. "Well, look at this. Cat got your tongues?" He teased, grabbing Rachel and throwing her up in the air and catching her, tickling her neck with kisses. Caroline and Georgia broke away from Charlotte and ran to their daddy, thumbs finally out of their mouth and smiles on their face. "Me!" "Up!" Came the little cries of happiness. Charlotte leant back on the railing and watched her husband play with their three children, and couldn't help but fall in love with him just a little more.