"Yep," I rush.


                          
Parker scoots closer to me on the bed so he can see the baby too when the nurse hands it to me. The small human is presented to me and I look down in their eyes.


                          
"Hi," I mumble as I slowly lift up the blanket. I smile and Parker gasps.


                          
"It's a boy!"


                          
I am half relieved half disappointed. Only because I wanted two girls and two boys but I'm also relieved because I read so many books where they all protect the girl in the family.


                          
"What about Jackson? Jackson Daniel? For my father," I whisper.


                          
"Yeah. Little Jack Daniel Campano. He's a whiskey brand," he laughs and I giggle.


                          
"Who's the oldest?" I ask to one nurse named Olivia. 


                          
"Eric. Then Jack. Then Katie," she replies to me.


                          
"Mama? Dada?"


                          
The door is opened slightly and I see my oldest son's head pop through. My father, Mack, Lanie, Harrison, Jason and Marie come piling through the door with my son.


                          
"Mama! Dada!" my one year old claps as he wobbles towards us. 


                          
"Hey, buddy," my husband picks him up and sits him down on the bed as the rest of the company grabs the babies from the nurses. They admire both the babies until someone notices the third one.


                          
"Triplets?" Harrison asks.


                          
"Yep," I breathe.


                          
"Oh. Forget about me saying I'll baby sit," he jokes.


                          
"What's their names?" Mack sits in the chair closest to me. 


                          
"The oldest is Eric Parker Campano.  Next is this little guy, Jackson or Jack Daniel Campano. Then Kate or Katie Marie Campano. We wanted to name them after you guys and since we already did Jason Lennon Campano for this guy we did Parker, my dad and you two," I explain.


                          
"Jason, honey? You want to see your brothers and sisters?"


                          
"Yeah!"


                          
~~~


                          
"You know I hate tattoos!"


                          
Apparently,  whining doesn't help when it comes to Parker because right when I am dressed and ready to leave the hospital because I just gave birth a few days ago, he is dragging me to a tattoo parlor.


                          
"You'll love it," he tells me as the bell jingles, signaling that someone just entered the parlor.


                          
"Hello, would you like time to pick out your tattoos or are you ready?"


                          
This bitch keeps eyeing my man.


                          
"My husband and I are ready," I emphasize the husband part and the lady still doesn't back off. Parker keeps smirking obviously not oblivious to my anger but crossing to find amusement in this instead of fixing the problem.


                          
"Are you ready?" she asks Parker and my top lip curls up in disgust.


                          
"Alright, lady. I was trying to be polite," I growl, "but now, just fuck off and go get us someone else because if you keep flirting with my man shit is going to go down. If you really want to fight just remember I just got of the hospital, I'm tired. But if you flirt with him one more time you are going to be the one in the hospital!"


                          
"Sharkiesha, no!" Parker whisper in my ear as I step towards the lady. His large hands grip my waist and he drags me backward and out of the shop.