It was strange to find out that I am carrying three children. I am only nineteen, still a teenager…and a widow. I was too young to be having three kids. How could I do it alone?
As the months passed, I grew and grew. It wasn't long before I was on bed rest. Haley came by everyday and ate lunch with me. I had moved into Karen's for the time being, so that I wouldn't be alone. Karen ate breakfast and dinner with me. She was so good and she even helped me pick out baby names.
As the months slowly came and went I grew anxious to see my babies, and work to get my body back. I would sleep every afternoon and night. I was so tired and I didn't know why, I lived in bed.
I had a dream about seven months into the pregnancy. It was about Lucas. Of course, this wasn't the only dream I had had about him since his death, but this dream was different.
We were at my doctor's office and Karen was holding my hand while got a sonogram. I looked up and Lucas was in the corner.
"Lucas!" I called out to him. He walked over to me slowly and grabbed my other hand; He leaned in and kissed my cheek.
"You are going to be an incredible mother Brooke. I am so sorry I won't be here with you, but everything is going to be okay. These babies are going to bring you such joy and pride. I know who they will be and trust me, you will be amazed. I will always look down and smile on you guys. I may not be here in body, but I am helping from above Brooke. Just stay strong my pretty girl." He smiled at me and walked away. As he stepped back he faded away.
I thought of that dream often now. It gave me comfort to know that Lucas was happy and that my life would be okay. Even if it was all in my head, it meant something to me.
Slowly, I made my way into my final weeks of pregnancy. The doctor's said that I would most likely deliver prematurely, but I made it just barely to full term. I knew that Lucas was watching over us, he had kept the babies inside me to keep them safe.
When they were born, I was so overwhelmed. I wasn't sure if I had chosen the right names for them or not. They were beautiful, all three of them.
I had two daughters and a son. I named them Abigail Melissa Scott 'Abby', Francesca Victoria Scott 'Franky', and Jonathan Lucas Keith Scott 'Jonny'".
After they were born, my small family and I returned to Karen's home. Suddenly, the house felt full. There were four babies, Karen and myself. I decided that this wasn't how I wanted to live. I wanted to get back on my feet, I was a mother now and I had to be strong.
When the babies were four months old, I had finally sold my apartment. I had enough money to rent a little house with two bedrooms. I knew that as the kids got older, I would need more rooms, but for now they could share a room. I hung a picture in the living room of Lucas and I on our wedding day. I wanted my children to remember that they had a father who loved them.
When they were just one month old, I took them down to the cemetery. I pulled the stroller in front of his gravestone and knelt down. I kissed my fingers and touched his name. "This is where your daddy is buried" I told them, knowing that they didn't understand me. "He loves you so much, and I know that he will always be looking down on you." I pull the stroller closer. I picked myself up off the ground and returned home. I knew that this is the first of many trips that my babies and I would be making.
Back at home I place them each into their cribs. I have hung a letter above each crib, giving them individuality. I don't want them to think of themselves as the triplets, but rather Abby, Franky and Jonny. I can already tell that they have very different personalities as well as different looks.
Abigail Melissa or Abby was born first. She was small and strong. She looked up at me with eyes that screamed Lucas. Her hair was soft and brown. She was beautiful.
Francesca Victoria or Franky was born three minutes later. She looked bigger. Her eyes were like mine and she had my coloring, but Karen said that Franky looked like she did when she was a baby.
Finally, two minutes after Franky and five after Abby, Jonathan Lucas Keith Scott made his debut. He was clearly a fighter, a trouble maker. He had kicked all throughout my pregnancy and I could see strength in him. He was just like Lucas, blue eyes and light hair.
I loved my babies. At home I stared at them in amazement; I couldn't believe that I had three babies.