A/N: Sorry this one's a bit short, hope you like it!
"They're in room 17 Mr. Quagmire, just down the hall and on your left, through those big doors."
"Thank-you."
"Have a nice day!"
Why does she have to be so happy? Why can't she be miserable like him?
Quigley was back in the hospital; he was going to see his newborn triplets. He walked through the big doors, down the hall, and turned left:
ROOM 17He opened the door quietly, it lead to a pale yellow room, that was painted with bunnies, sunshine, flowers, and other cheerful things. There are so many, which ones are mine? He looked on the walls above the tiny babies heads until he found the right one:
QUAGMIRE TRIPLETSHe walked over, and looked at his children sleeping peacefully. Two boys, and one girl, like him, Duncan, and Isadora. Quigley smiled.
"Hello Barnaby, Hello Daniel." He whispered to the two boys. "Hello…" Quigley looked at his daughter's wristband.
QUAGMIRE, Violet He remembers her face well…How could he ever forget?
So beautiful…
Those big brown eyes, looking back in his…
Her brown hair, tied up whenever her mind is thinking up great things…
And most of all, her smile, it was perfect, a constant curving line that you could hear when she spoke…
She was just a baby, but she looked so much like her mother. Why? Thought Quigley, why? Why did she have to look so much like Violet, she even had the same name. Her brothers looked like their sister, but somehow, not like Violet, their mother. So why did she? It didn't make sense, and now Quigley would always be reminded of her, would always see her, when he just wanted to forget.