Me thinks the writer made a lot of people unhappy. Please read on and you will see what I tried to do. I hope you will forgive me when you read the rest of the story.

Jack and Janet's friends were all gathered at their house. How strange, the last time they were all together was for a happy event. This was so totally bizarre that Jack felt like he was walking thru a thick fog. It all seemed surreal. He looked at all the people standing in the living room and frowned. Janet would have hated this. She wouldn't have like to have people mourning her death. She would want them to have celebrated her life.

Walking outside to the driveway he saw his car. He had to get away from here. He felt like he was drowning in everyone's grief and sorrow. So he got into the car. He drove to the cemetery where Janet was buried. He got out of the car and walked to her grave site. He stood before her tomb stone and stared into space. He was seeing her name there but not comprehending it. He sank to the ground and proceeded to let out a god awful scream.

Suddenly he was being shaken awake by the same hospital volunteer that was so nice to him earlier. She was looking at him with a mixture of concern and worry.

"Are you okay Mr. Tripper? You let out the most awful scream that I have ever heard from someone. You have been sleeping and I didn't have the heart to wake you until you did that. You must have been having an awful dream."

"A dream? I was dreaming?"

"Yes and having a bad dream at that. You were making some terrible sounds over there. Are you okay now? Did you need me to get you anything?"

"No, I am fine. How is Janet? Have the doctors said anything?"

"They haven't said anything yet. I can try to find out for you if you would like."

"I would appreciate that a lot. I am so worried about her."

The volunteer walked away to try and find a doctor to talk to. At the same time that she walked away Terri walked in. She took one look at Jack and smiled. It was a sad smile. One full of understanding and of someone that sees her friend hurting and wants to help, but not sure exactly how to help.

"Hey Jack, how are you holding up?"

"About as good as can be expected Terri. I am so worried about Janet and no one has told me anything. I wish I had some news."

"I can see if I can find out what is going on. Although they might not tell me much, they should come and talk to you."

Terri walked away and came back with a doctor. He looked and Jack and spoke the truth.

"I am going to be completely honest with you Mr. Tripper. Things are extremely critical right now. We have managed to stop the bleeding; however, she has lost a lot of blood. It will be touch and go for a few days. If she and the baby make it thru the next 24 hours the chances are that she will pull thru. Let's just hope for a miracle."

"Can I see her?"

"Well, normally we wouldn't suggest that, but in this case we will make an exception."

Jack walked in and saw Janet lying on the bed. She saw him walk in and smiled. There were no words exchanged between them. No words were necessary. Jack held Janet's hand. They sat in silence. After awhile Janet spoke up.

"Boy, things can never be simple for us can they? This baby must really want to be born. It is sure hanging on."

Again Jack said nothing, just simply smiled at Janet. He laid his hand on Janet's stomach. As he was getting ready to leave, he whispered five words that thrilled Janet. He simply said "I love you little one."

Janet's heart melted and she smiled. Everything would be ok. She knew it in her heart and mind. This baby was destined to be born. She fell into a contented sleep.

The baby did survive. Four months later, Janet was almost 5 months pregnant when she went to her doctor's office. Since the scares early in the pregnancy she went ever 3 weeks so that she could be closely watched. Well, this month's visit was a total surprise. No only was she having one baby, she was having 3. That's right. Jack and Janet were having triplets. No wonder she was almost as big as a house and it was still 4 months from her due date. She wasn't sure how Jack would take the news. So she prepared a semi-decent meal for them. Actually it was sandwiches and milk. She still couldn't cook and didn't want to try now. She was waiting at the door when Jack came home.

"How was your day Jack?"

"Pretty good, only a few minor issues nothing too big. How did your doctor's visit go?"

"It was interesting, to say the least."

"Why?"

"Well, remember we talked about having a big family?"

"Yeah, we want at least 3 kids. Maybe more."

"Well, we are having 3. Triplets to be exact."

"Huh? Did you say triplets? We are having triplets? As in 3 at one time?"

"Yeah, are you happy?"

"Happy, I am thrilled. To think a few months ago we were worried about having one, now we have 3." With that he picked her up and spun her around. Then realizing what he was doing he put her down quickly.

"Sorry about that, I shouldn't have done that. Are you ok?"

"I am fine Jack, I am just fine. Perfect in fact I have never been better."

Fast forward 3 and a half months. Janet and Jack are in a delivery room. Janet has sweat pouring off of her. She is obviously exhausted. Jack is trying to cheer her on. He is not doing too good of a job.

"Come on Janet. Just a few more pushes and the first baby will be out."

"Will you please just shut up? You are never touching me again. Owwwww!"

"Come on honey, you can do it." He grabs Janet's hand and talks her thru the breathing. "Count to 10 with me. Owwwwww, Janet, my hand, it feels like you are trying to squeeze it off."

"I will squeeze off more than your hand if you don't get these babies out of me right now."

"Honey, please. Just a few more pushes and it is all going to be worth it." Finally Janet stopped fighting him and gave a giant push. Out came their first baby, it was a little boy. The nurse had just taken him away when a few minutes later he was joined by his brother. Then about 5 minutes after that they were joined by their sister. The triplets had finally arrived. Much to their parents delight.

Jack and Janet stood admiring the 3 tiny miracles they had created. Jack Tripper Jr. was the biggest. He weighed a little over 6 pounds, and he had Janet's hair. His brother John Stephen was 5 pounds 8 ounces. He had Jack's hair. The littlest of the three was their little girl. Weighing in at just over 5 pounds she was a little fighter. She obviously was going to be a match for her brothers. Her lungs were strong and she cried the loudest of all. Janelle Marie Tripper was the spitting image of her mommy. She would give some boy a run for his money some day. Jack and Janet move close to the bassinets as the scene closes on a close up of them kissing.

Fast forward 20 years or so. Jack and Janet have been married for over 20 years now. They have raised 5 kids. They had 2 more children after the triplets came. Today was the triplets wedding day. Something they had been looking forward to for along time. Jack and Janet were smiling. Janet couldn't help but remember her own wedding day so long ago. The story was told and retold so many times. It had become a part of the family history.

Janelle's face was smiling and bright as she walked down the aisle with her father. Janet could tell that he was close to tears. His little girl was getting married. Because even though he was happy for her he was loosing his biggest co-conspiritor in mischief. Any time there was something funny going on it was either on of them. Today was a bitter sweet day. The boys looked exceptionally handsome in their tuxedos. Waiting for their brides at the altar. Janet couldn't have been happier. Her babies were finally starting the own lives.

The boys had all grown into fine young men. Jack Jr. was in college, and John was a police officer in Santa Monica. Janelle you ask? Well, she is a chef like her father. It seems like she has the same cooking gene that he does. She can make dinner out of anything. Yes, the family they had was everything Janet had ever hoped for. She had truly found new happiness so many years ago..

The End..

Ok so give me your honest comments. Did this stink, was it good, was it too long, or was it just right. Be honest, it will help me if I decide to write another one.