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"How does it feel, Son?" asked Dick, with a big smile.

"It feels good," grinned Jake, dancing his finger in front of Debbie, and laughing softly when she wouldn't let go.

"Get used to it," chuckled Terry, as he held little Ruthie, "because, yours is due in May!"

After the guests had left later that day, and the girls had been placed into their cribs in the nursery for a nap, John and Terry quietly made their way into the room and each picked up a baby.

Terry cradled his infant in the rocking chair, while John gently swayed back and forth with his.

"John," asked Terry in a hushed voice, "which one do I have?"

"Since yours is wearing green," explained John, "that must be Debbie. This one is in a pink sleeper, so I have to be holding Lizzie."

Just then, Izumi walked past the room and sighed when she saw the men holding two of the babies.

"I just managed to get them to sleep," she shook her head with a tired smile.

"Isn't Lizzie cute?" deflected John, trying to get his wife's attention away from their interruption of the girls' rest.

"That's not Lizzie," informed Izumi, with a knowing smile.

"Of course, it is," reasoned John. "Lizzie wears pink."

"Ruthie wears pink, Lizzie wears green," answered their mother.

"You mean," cried Terry, checking the color of the sleeper his baby was wearing, "I've been holding Lizzie all morning, and didn't even know it?"

"Then," concluded John, "I'm not holding Debbie? But, I thought we agreed that Debbie would wear green!"

"Are you sure this is Lizzie?" wondered Terry, a little uncertainly. "I think the baby I held this morning, had a slightly longer head." He compared his infant to John's and glumly sighed. "No, they're all the same."

"I suppose we could always check their big toes," smiled John, as Izumi scooped up the remaining baby and took her back to the master bedroom for a feeding. "Which one do you have, Little Dove?" he called, as Izumi was shutting the door to their master bedroom to nurse in privacy.

"Debbie!" she laughed.

John looked down at his baby and smiled.

"Are you sure you're Ruthie?" he chuckled at the blue-eyed girl in the pink sleeper. With a small contented gurgle, Ruthie's tiny hand touched his chin.

"Terry, they're actually home," John smiled happily. "The triplets are actually home!"

Just then, Lizzie began to cry loudly in Terry's arms, while Ruthie and Debbie rapidly followed their sister's example. Soon, the entire house was alive with three babies, all wailing at the top of their lungs.

"Yep," chuckled Terry, as he rocked little Lizzie in his arms, "they're home, all right."

"Lo, children are an heritage of the LORD: and the fruit of the womb is His reward. As arrows are in the hand of a mighty man; so are children of the youth. Happy is the man [John] that hath his quiver full of them: they shall not be ashamed, but they shall speak with the enemies in the gate."
~ Psalm 127:3-5 ~

"Blessed is every one that feareth the LORD; that walketh in His ways. For thou shalt eat the labour of thine hands: happy shalt thou be, and it shall be well with thee. Thy wife shall be as a fruitful vine by the sides of thine house: thy children like olive plants round about thy table."
~ Psalm 128:1-3 ~

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