"Broken Bones" by Chvrches

"You sure you're okay with that?" Tyler asked, watching me move a box of files across the desk. I huffed, staring at him. He put his hands up in defense. "It's just a question."

"I didn't ask for your questions," I snapped. I could feel him staring at me but I did my best to ignore it.

"You wanna talk about it?"

"What's to talk about?"

"Kelly didn't listen to Murphy and broke her wrist while he and Connor were working on the house?"

"It's fine, she's fine." I yanked a file out of the box. "I'm fine."

"You're definitely not fine." I tried getting another file out of the box, cursing how full it was, and then immediately started crying. Tyler came over and gently took my hands off of the file and hugged me with a sigh, resting his chin on the top of my head. Eventually I stopped.

"I'm still fine," I sniffed.

"You're just worried that you weren't there when it happened. It's okay, Murphy took care of it. Kelly's fine. Other than having to write with her other hand for a bit."

I looked up at him with a pout. I'm six months pregnant, nobody gets to be reasonable with me. But he was right; I just wouldn't admit it.

"Hey Mom," Declan said as he entered before he tripped and fell on one of the light wires and landed on his arm. I heard the crack as he fell. He looked surprised and then started to cry. I got onto the ground as quickly as possible to soothe him. Tyler was already running towards the house.

"It's okay," I rubbed his back. "Can I see it?"

Declan sniffed but nodded and held his arm out to me. I gently touched it. As soon as I touched his wrist, he pulled it away quickly.

"Alright, it looks like it's either sprained or broken," I told him calmly. Murphy hurried into the tent, wild eyed. "It's a broken bone. Try not to freak out this time, yeah?"

Murphy didn't get a chance to reply as Declan cut him off. "I want mom there, too."

"I'll go along, too." Murphy helped me up before scooping up Declan and leading the way to the car. I waddled along behind them and got into the passenger seat. Murphy was a lot more calm this time as he drove to the hospital. The woman behind the desk recognized him.

"Oh, another one?"

"He tripped over some cables," I answered. Declan looked at the hospital suspiciously. He hates doctors. "It's okay, they just want to take a look at it and see what they can do to fix it." Then, to the nurse, "he's not fond of hospitals." Takes after his dad, I added to myself silently. Murphy could clearly tell what I was thinking because he rolled his eyes at me.

"Right, well here's a form and a doctor will be out shortly."

We sat out in the lobby waiting for a few minutes until a doctor came out. Murphy helped me up out of the chair while Declan scurried along, trying to avoid being carried again. I couldn't help but chuckle. Murphy looked unamused. I elbowed him. "Oh come on, papa, he's fine. Kids break things."

"I never broke any bones," he frowned at me.

"Really?"

"Connor did. I didn't."

"I broke a lot of bones as a kid," I shrugged. He noticed me beginning to struggle and linked my arm with his to provide support. The doctor and Declan were already waiting at the end of the hallway; the doctor observing us with a mixture of concern and amusement.

"How far along are ye?" the doctor asked kindly as he lifted Declan onto the patient bed effortlessly.

"A bit over six months." He looked surprised. "Triplets."

"Ye might want to consider taking it easy." Murphy looked triumphant. We had been bickering about that for the last few weeks. Now I just stubbornly refuse to admit that he's right. I sat down gratefully, not wanting to move any time soon.

"Alright, maybe I should rest a bit more than I do," I admitted as Murphy sat beside me while the doctor prodded and poked at Declan's arm. Declan tried to be brave and not flinch, but he was a little teary eyed when the doctor was done. It made me teary eyed as a result. My little boy is growing up.

"We'll have to do some x-rays, is that alright?" the doctor asked Declan, who looked very serious as he nodded. "Is it alright if I take Declan to the x-ray room and ye wait here?"

"That's perfect," I nodded. Declan gave me a quick kiss on the cheek before following the doctor.

"He's a momma's boy," Murphy laughed.

"Says you," I laughed with him. He kissed my forehead. "I'm fine. I'm just tired. And sore."

"Ye don't have to push yerself so hard now. I'm not going anywhere, love."

"I know." I sighed and rested my head on his shoulder. "I hope you're ready for more chaos."

"I wouldn't have it any other way."

The doctor returned with Declan. "It does appear to be a minor break, I can put it in a cast for ye," the doctor told Declan. Our sun grinned, nodding. He knew that that meant he could leave soon. He started setting Declan's cast, keeping him engaged in conversation so that he was more at ease. "Alright, that'll do it! Same care instructions as the girl. There won't be any more casts for yer family, aye?"

"No, the other kids are still safely in here," I patted my stomach. Murphy helped me up as we went to check out and then went home.

Kelly was waiting on the porch with Connor when we got back. Her cast was hot pink. Declan had chosen lime green. She ran over, waving her cast in the air while he did the same. When they were close enough, they knocked their casts together like they were giving each other a high five.

Murphy let out a displeased hiss of air while I sighed. Apparently they've hit the breaking bones and not being phased by it part of their lives. God help us.