Something was up, Severus house was filled with witches of all ages this was most certainly not good.
Eve danced along next to him practicing her pirouette, Eve their perfect child a magnificent blend of him and Hermione, Hermione's button nose and bow lips, his hair with Hermione's curls in a semblance of ringlets down Eve's back, his crow black eyes, porcelain skin and both of their phenomenal intelligence, she was not the son he'd longed for but he was very happy with the child he'd gotten, so much so he'd refused to even talk about having another child until Hermione had set herself to tears.
She longed for another child, she had been a precocious only child and while yes she had enjoyed having her parents all to herself she had felt she missed the companionship of a sibling, so he had relented, just one more so their witchling wouldn't be alone, now she was expecting yet again, and had gone off pestering him of some muggle custom where the father cut the baby's cord, was the witch mentally deranged? It had taken 6 months and a Pensieve before he could have intercourse with her again, he would not be in 100 yards of her labour room, no matter what she said!
Eve traitorous as children often are, smiled at him and ran off to her grandmother Granger, there's a sight he could do without his mother in law, Molly, Poppy and Minerva all sitting together at his dining table, in the sitting room Hermione, the Lovegood girl, the half veela Weasly, and Potter's near incestuous looking wife, how he could have sex with someone who looked so much like his mother? It was unnatural and Severus thought himself well versed at unnatural predilections.
It was time to escape back to his office, his eyes met Hermione's and he gave a slight incline of his head and headed for the floo.
The headmaster's office, his space filled with books and a hidden drawer of superb firewhiskey, and now in the summer his favorite time of year silent halls not a whisper of dunderheaded children, he sighed and sat.
The floo flared the wild hair of his wife coming thru, Poppy behind her.
"To what do I owe this pleasure?"
Hermione smiled brightly and Poppy tittered, this was not good.
"Well Poppy decided today to see if a magical ultrasound would work..."
Severus looked at the beaming young woman who looked at Poppy and nodded, a firm swish of Poppy's wand and there projected over his desk he saw a wiggling fetus no child, Hermione would hex him if he called it a fetus, wait 2 wiggling children, thank Merlin he was sitting his knees were feeling rather weak he leaned back heavily closing his eyes, then it happened, Hermione's bright happy voice,
"See Severus? Identical triplets! We are having three more girls!"
Triplets, three children, three girls! The Weasly twins with a spare on the steroids of Hermione's inquisitive nature with estrogen! He swooned the room went black
Hermione laughed grabbing a pinch of floo power and popped her head in the floo,
"Oi pay up! Poppy is my witness, he just passed out in his chair, never said a word! Not so fast with the smelling salts Poppy, I want a picture of this!"