“I wasn't expecting to have this conversation with you so soon,” Polaris admits, “I thought I could put it off for a while. She’s stalling—this is going to be uncomfortable. The triplets stare at her, wide-eyed.
“So you are pregnant?” Solaris breaks the silence, “you’re going to have a baby?”
“Yes, I’m pregnant. Probably just a few weeks along, but you’re going to have a little brother or sister.” Or both, she shudders at the thought of having another set of triplets.