"They're beautiful," cooed Victoria tiredly as she stared at the babies in her arms.
After a long delivery, her bundles of joys were finally here. In her arms. Her tired arms, that is.
Handing the babies to the closet person beside her. She needs a break and some water.
"Wow, Victoria, you did great! I thought we were going to have one heir to the throne, but three?! Now this is something to have a war about." mused Elliot, staring at the triplets in the pilot's arms.
Wasn't he supposed to be flying the jet? Then what was he doing here? Better question, who was flying the plane?
Pointing a finger towards him while standing up. He asked that most wouldn't even think of asking.
"Why aren't you flying the jet? You're the only one who knows to fly the damn thing!" exclaimed Elliot, wincing as the babies cried.
"Elliot, what have you done?" hissed Victoria as she looked up at him with a huge frown.
