"Boys, calm down please. Mummy is still a little weak and sore from being in the hospital." Here he was again, the fifth time this week where he's lost control of his life, and it was only Tuesday. Currently he was trying to handle his oldest and youngest, their sister with Matt for the day. Both boys were acting hectic, Elijah was trying to hang off his left arm, the shoulder still healing from it being shot a few weeks ago. Jonas was giving him a hard time, running around the house only wearing half his training pants. The four of them had gotten around to potty training the triplets late, and boy was he paying for it big time. He was a little jealous, Matt managed to get Delilah through it in the week he was in the hospital. Getting literally pulled from his thoughts, he both felt and heard a soft whimper leave his throat as his skin pulled at the injury still under bandages.

"Elijah Michael Larsin-Gold let go of my arm right now." Watching the hazel eyes of his son widen, he felt the weight that was pulling his arm be released. Within moments, he felt his leg being hugged.

"Sowwy mummy." Seeing tears form in his oldest son's eyes, he pushed the little boy away from him lightly before moving to kneel on the floor and pull the boy into a small hug. His knees and hips ached from the position, and it was awkward with his belly in the way. He hit eight months pregnant today, the twins were heavy on his hips which caused many moments where he was sitting or laying down as of late. He really hoped that the other three would be able to get time off soon so he could actually rest until the twins come.

Hearing small running steps from down the hall, he watched as Jonas ran towards him and Elijah, the pull-up completely gone. Sighing softly, he moved to stand up so he could get his son re-dressed.

"Eli can you help me for a moment? Can you grab a pull-up and some clothes for me?" Watching the boy nod, he gave a small smile before taking Jonas by the arm and moving over to the couch to sit. Waiting a few moments, he watched as the devil haired child ran over to him with some of his brother's clothes and the package that held the training pants.

"Of course this is the last one in the package. Looks like we're going shopping." Talking to himself as he pulled the clothes onto the hyper little boy, he mentally groaned. He's never actually gone to the store with the kids unless he was with one of the others, and even then the last time he'd done that was when the three were in infant car seats and two were strapped to his chest and back. At least it was only the boys he guessed, though two toddlers plus being heavily pregnant wasn't going to be fun.

After giving the two something to keep them occupied, he went to the bedroom to find something to wear outside the house. It was harder, the twins showing heavily on his form as well as the small bit of chub that he's had since he carried the triplets. Getting some warmer clothes on to combat the cold weather of February, he managed to slip on a pair of boots before grabbing the boys' jackets and gloves. Getting two sippy cups of juice and a few snacks into a small backpack with extra clothes, he got the boys ready to go before leading them out to the car. What he didn't expect was a van sitting outside behind the car, it obviously being used by reporters. Getting the boys into their carseats and putting the backpack in the passenger seat, he walked over to the van, using the back of his hand to knock on the window. Watching the glass lower, he tried to steel his resolve and not run off.

"Excuse me but you can't park here. This is private property as well as a no soliciting zone." Watching the obvious cameraman laugh, he kept a calm yet annoyed demeanor.

"Like I'm going to listen to you. Only the owner of the property has the right to tell me what I can and can't do here. So run off and stop bothering me." He pinched the bridge of his nose, not in any mood to deal with this guy.

"I am one of the owners of the property. Now leave before I call both the police and my fiancees." Watching the man's eyes grow wide, he almost laughed as the cameraman apologized and drove off. Shaking his head slowly, he walked back over to the car and got in, checking both of his sons before buckling in and starting off to the store, the radio playing softly.

Getting to the store and the boys into the seats in the shopping cart, he put the backpack into the bed of the cart before starting off around the store. He had managed to take an inventory of what they needed, also texting his partners in the case that he missed anything. He always got stares from people, but he could ignore those well. The actual attention though not so much, he would always get flustered if someone complimented on his kids' behavior, commented on how nice he looked, or asked about his pregnancy. This time however he didn't enjoy much of the attention.

"Ma'am let my son help you. Do you need to sit? You shouldn't be on your feet too much." Huffing under his breath, he sighed softly as he turned to the person. Taking in the sight of a mother urging her teenage son to take the cart from him, he couldn't help but laugh a little.

"I can do this myself but thank you. I'm only at eight months and my partners are usually with me." The woman looked like she understood.

"Could you just let my son help you? He's not doing anything." Laughing a bit at the question, he couldn't help but nod.

"I guess he could help me get things into the cart. But are you sure you're alright with sending your son off with a stranger?" Turning to see Jonas dead asleep in the seat, he almost missed the plop on the floor from the stuffed toy dropping. Watching the woman tug her son's headphones out, she gave him a smile.

"You don't seem like someone who would be untrustworthy. Hey pick up that toy for him please, i'm sending you to help him while I finish the groceries." Watching as the teen picked up the bear who wore a fabric coat, he accepted it from the younger male before putting it in the backpack. Waving to the woman, he started leading the way he wanted to go. He managed to get through the basics without issue, getting what was needed as well as a few other things before heading down a few more aisles. His issues began to unfold after getting napkins and just as he led the cart down the next aisle. He felt a slight pressure around his pelvis, didn't hurt much, but boy did it feel uncomfortable as hell. He didn't even realize that he had stopped walking until the teen questioned him.

"Hey, are you alright? You kinda just stopped." He knew he looked pale, much more than usual. Letting his hand rub over his stomach, he nodded slowly.

"Probably overworked myself a little. Could you help me down to the floor please?" Watching the teen nod, he was helped onto the floor. The uncomfortable twinges continued at odd intervals, becoming proof that he wasn't feeling contractions but braxton hicks. Motioning to be handed his phone, he managed to text his three musketeers about the situation.

"So is everything okay or should I go grab a worker? Should I tell my mom to come over here?" He hadn't noticed how the helper was frantic, using his right hand to pat at a portion of the floor for the teen to sit with him.

"I'm fine. Just feeling some false labor and it caught me off guard. Sitting is helping me a little, so I don't think you need to alert anyone." Watching the teen sit by him, he leaned back against the shelves behind him. He was glad that Eli and Teddy were napping in the cart. Seeing a conflicted expression on the young adult's face, he gave a small smile.

"You have a question right? Go ahead."

"Umm may I feel?" Nodding, he felt the hand rest over his stomach before the teen continued. "How are you able to? Is this your first time or have you done this before? How does it… Feel?"

"My physical gender is male but I have female organs, so in simple terms I'm a hermaphrodite. This is my second and hopefully last time for a while at least but who knows if that'll happen. The two in the cart can attest to that as well as their sister who's with her dad for the day. Feel? It's not too bad until they started moving, then it feels like your organs are moving on their own accord. The false contractions were just discomfort, lots of pressure. Not as bad as actual contractions though." Watching the teen nod, he closed his eyes for a moment before shifting to sit up more.

"Are you, uh, ready to continue?" Nodding, he let the younger acquaintance help him up off the floor. As they finished his list, he thanked the teen and his mother by the checkout lanes. Getting everything packed into the car successfully, he made sure the boys were settled before he began driving, he stopped on the way to get some lunch for the group of them, letting the boys go climb in the indoor play place after they had eaten. Getting a phone call, he checked the time and where it was from before answering.

"Hello? Eli, Teddy, come down here and eat more." He watched as the boys came back over to the table before he had to flinch back at worried yelling.

"Tord! Where the hell are you three?! We got nothing after that text. Are you in the hospital?! Are you alright?" Having had to hold the phone a few inches away so he wouldn't go deaf. He couldn't blame the three, but he knows that they would've been notified if something had happened to him.

"Don't yell. We're all fine, finished the shopping and we're eating lunch now. The hospital would've called if I was there." Sighing softly he adjusted how he was holding the phone before he realized something. "It's only roughly one in the afternoon, what the hell are you three doing home."

"We finished the work for the day so I got off at noon."

"My boss was sick and didn't show up so we just left. Lilalynn is down for a nap in her room."

"Today was just online work. I went in for office hours though." Hearing a cell phone go off, he snorted as his dark brunette lover muttered under his breath before the other call was answered. "I gave this number for emergencies only. What is it now! Hello? Yes that's me. This line is for emergencies only, I will not boost your grade. No I do not take nor do I tolerate bribes, you want a good grade in this class you do your work with the rest of the class. Tell the board of directors then. Goodbye." Hearing a huff from the other side of the call, he couldn't help the laugh coming from his chest.

"Nice phone call Edd. But yeah everything is alright, the boys are taking breaks from playing to eat their food. I guess I'll see you four later." Hearing the three bid farewell, he looked around to find Teddy in the screened in upper portion of the play place, Eli was at a bottom speaker trying to communicate with his brother. Taking a picture, he sipped his drink before feeling the soft kicks from the twins pattering against the walls of his womb. They were so well behaved now that he couldn't help but wonder if they were going to cause all sorts of trouble when they were older. Collecting the trash once everything was done with, he disposed of the mess and collected the things.

"Boys! It's time to go! I bet your fathers are worried about us." Watching the boys run over, he got the coats on them before getting his sons into their carseats. Hitting the road, he barely drove for five minutes before it happened. He could barely swerve away from the collision, the front passenger side being hit instead of himself head-on. His head collided with the steering wheel before he used his right arm to physically pull his leg off the gas pedal. He blacked out for barely ten minutes, but when he managed to lift his head off the wheel, he smelled the iron in an instant but disregarded it for a moment at the sound of loud crying. Giving himself both whiplash and a headache, he turned to make sure that the boys were alright, the both of them just scared as his head went foggy. He barely noticed how there were people surrounding his vehicle, the yelling on the other side of the glass and metal not breaking through his headspace, his thoughts focusing on the blood currently pouring from some injury in his head. He blacked out once again.

The next time he surfaced with consciousness, he was laying on a gurney after being pulled out of the car. He could hear the yelling voices, it making his head throb. The moment he groaned in pain he was surrounded, nearly curling into himself.

"Sir are you alright!"

"Can you tell us your name?"

"Leave him be! He is in no shape to be yelled at in the moment!" He sighed softly as the patrons moved away, immediately looking to the paramedics.

"Where are my sons?! Are they alright?" He watched as the man nodded, sighing in relief.

"Your sons are perfectly fine. Could you give your name please?" He nodded taking a deep breath as he felt bandages being wrapped around his forehead.

"Tord Larsin. What happened to the other car?" Feeling metal being attached to his wrist at the mention of his name, he instantly began to freak out. This wasn't good. Not good at all. He tried to get away from the handcuffs, a pressure being placed on his shoulders to keep him down, his left side flaring up badly enough to force a scream to rip from his throat. He needed someone he knew. He needed somebody now. Feeling the gurney move into the ambulance, he glared to the two paramedics as well as the police officer who came with him. It was no surprise to him that the officer was trying to convince the medical workers to release him federal custody.

The trip to the hospital was full of agony, he was going through a panic, worrying for his safety. Whenever he would hit a peak on his panic attack, his shoulders would be slammed back down on the metal of the gurney, the eventual feeling of blood spreading from his shoulder becoming an obvious repercussion. The moment he was wheeled into the hospital, he felt his apprehension both peak and calm at seeing his doctor from behind. Watching the blue eyes widen, she spoke with a person behind the desk quickly before walking off to make a call he seemed.

It wasn't long before he was taken care of, his shoulder being fixed back up again. It wasn't long after that that he heard shouting from outside his obviously guarded room. Once he was discharged from the hospital he'd be taken to the police station to be executed as soon as he had given birth. He wouldn't even be able to see his family ever again. It hurt, striking deep in his chest. He was the victim of the accident, yet it was him that would be punished. The yelling continued on the outside of the door, it disrupting his unborn sons enough to cause kicking. The door slammed open, his heart stopping in the same moment as his bladder was emptied by kicks. God that's embarrassing, but understandable since he was still cuffed to the bed.

"Tord! Oh my god. Are you alright?!" He sighed softly, being comforted by his entire family. Things were explained and worked out, Tom nearly injuring both officers who had been guarding his room. Dr. Mari gave him a check over to make sure himself and the twins were alright. After being given good news that everything was alright aside from the bandaging around his head and shoulders. He rubbed at the marks around his wrists from the cuffs, being helped into a wheelchair and taken down to one of the cars.

"You need to relax. No more stressing and less strenuous work. I was told about what happened earlier today. If you aren't careful you could go into labor early. Now go home and rest." The group of them nodded, being helped into the backseat of the car. He only barely noticed who had gone up to his doctor after they had bid farewell, someone who he supposed was her partner and a young child. The man by her side looked familiar, but he didn't want to already break his word with his doctor so he kept silent.

The moment they got home, he was helped to bed and tucked in before the triplets crawled into the bed next to him.

"We managed to get everything from the car, it was totalled but that was only due to the doors being ripped off and the initial collision. So don't worry about anything. We'll be trying to take time off, so you don't need to move a finger." Smiling softly at the words, he nodded. He guessed being bedridden wouldn't be so bad as long as everything turned out well.

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It was finished last night [or well at about 1 am] but I hadn't posted due to needing sleep.

As animate knows, I'm ready for the pitchforks [Sauce knew too but not about this chapter.]

So Tom and Matt are going to fight the government so Tord can be safe and stuff. Edd and the kids are the grounding to sanity at this point. And Dr. Mari is hormonal and ready to kick ass if someone hurts her friend/patient.

Yes I did just confirm that Dr. Mari is pregnant, she's two months behind Tord [so 6 months]

Now here's me going to campus dressed and looking like Tom.

36 weeks of 40+ [eight months guys!]

So only about one or two more chapters before the epilogue, and I'll be waiting for my death between this all haha.

~Mari