The seven of us stand around the triplets after dinner and watch in anticipation.
"So we have at least two months until one of them manifests Vessel powers," Delic recalls as she crosses her arms.
"You say one but there's a chance that all of them could manifest the powers," Xander rebukes, petting the vampire newborn's cheek.
"Or none of them would get the powers," Michael chimes in while preparing the baby formula.
"Either way, they are all special," I conclude with a small smile. "Even if they don't possess Vessel powers, they could get Isaac's fire magic or turn into a fox or a bat. Their future is vast and wide with the new opportunities they will get by being royalty."
"Momma?" Lucas calls out from my door.
We all turn around and find where the small voice came from. "Yes, Lucas?" I respond while I head over to Lucas. "What's wrong, sweetheart?"
Lucas nuzzles his head into my neck when I give him a hug. "Are you still going to play with us?"