Forbidden Passion
Chapter 631 Getting Documents for the Triplets

Hubert was chillin' on this tiny stool, munching on a durian that was practically swallowing his face. He was loving it.

Noomi, seeing Hubert devouring that thing like it was the best snack ever, wandered over with big, hopeful eyes. "Hubert, lemme have some."

Hubert turned his head away, making it clear he wasn't about to share his precious durian.

The more Hubert guarded his snack, the more Noomi thought it must be the bomb.

Seizing the moment, Noomi grabbed Hubert's chunky little arm and yanked it towards her.

Hubert, looking all defeated, handed over the durian. Noomi took a bite, and her face twisted up like she'd just eaten a lemon.

She spat it out, scraping her tongue with her fingers, totally baffled by how something could taste so nasty.

Hubert went back to munching happily, and Noomi, with her scrunched-up face, reached out her pudgy hands again. She remembered her grandma's warning that this stinky thing was poisonous and could mess up her stomach. "Hubert, it reeks! Don't eat it!" Noomi warned.

Phoebe walked in after changing her shoes and saw Noomi kicking her little legs, trying to snatch the durian from Hubert. Hubert held it high, out of her reach, making Noomi's face turn red with frustration. "Hubert, give it to me! It'll make your stomach hurt," Noomi insisted.

Phoebe picked Noomi up and handed her a box of small cakes from a shopping bag. "Noomi, eat this instead."

Noomi looked anxiously at Phoebe. "Mom, that stinky thing is poisonous! Don't let Hubert eat it."

Phoebe patted her head. "It's fine, that's durian. I bought it for Hubert. It's not poisonous, don't worry."

Noomi seemed to get it. If Phoebe bought it, it couldn't be poisonous. She should trust her mom. Noomi picked up a small cake and popped it in her mouth.

Boris was sitting on a low stool, way more composed than Hubert and Noomi. He put on a bib and started eating bread, all slow and fancy-like.

He looked like he was eating a steak from a seven-star restaurant, with all the elegance and class.

For some reason, Phoebe saw a shadow of someone in Boris.

She shook her head, thinking she must be losing it. How could she see Theodore in Boris?

Boris had nothing to do with Theodore, period.

With this extra snack, Hubert, Boris, and Noomi didn't eat much at dinner. Phoebe couldn't stand Evelyn's nagging anymore. Evelyn was super annoyed that she gave the kids snacks before dinner. Phoebe was used to it. After dinner, she played with Hubert, Boris, and Noomi for a bit. Before bed, Phoebe made each of them a bottle of milk and tucked them in.

She pulled out a fairy tale book and read to them while they drank their milk. By the time they were done, the three little ones were already out cold.

Phoebe gently put down the book, took away the bottles, and covered them with a gauze cloth to keep them warm.

Evelyn was watching TV in the living room. Seeing Phoebe come out of the bedroom, she asked, "Are they asleep?"

"Yep," Phoebe said, taking the bottles to the kitchen to wash. Evelyn came in to get some water and stood next to Phoebe, watching her sterilize the bottles. "The nanny's coming over tomorrow morning to go to the hospital with us. We need to get a business car ready, or we won't all fit," Evelyn said.

Phoebe nodded, "Cool, I'll have the driver bring the company's car tomorrow. You should hit the sack early tonight; tomorrow's gonna be a grind."

Whenever they went out, Hubert, Boris, and Noomi always bolted so fast that Phoebe and the others couldn't keep up.

"Got it."

Phoebe popped the bottles in the sterilizer, turned off the lights, and she and Evelyn headed to their rooms. She went to the bathroom for a shower. Afterward, she stood in front of the mirror. The mirror was all fogged up. Phoebe wiped away the mist and stared at herself, her mind flashing back to what Theodore had said in the car.

Phoebe touched her face.

Noticeably older?

Her skin had always been pretty good, just lately she'd been burning the midnight oil. But compared to two years ago, she didn't look that much older, did she?

Phoebe lowered her hand, grabbed a face mask, and slapped it on. After a minute, she felt silly. Why did she care about what Theodore said?

She had nothing to do with Theodore anymore!

Phoebe reached to rip off the mask but thought better of it. Forget it, the mask was pricey, no need to waste it just to spite Theodore.

The next day, Phoebe got up early, packed her bag, and the nanny, Pamela Adams, showed up. Pamela looked honest and reliable. Phoebe double-checked Pamela's credentials before letting her take the triplets out. Evelyn, not totally convinced, followed Pamela into the elevator.

Phoebe locked the door, walked into the elevator, and adjusted the bow on Noomi's head. Pamela said, "Raising three kids must be tough, huh?"

Phoebe smiled, "It's alright, I'm used to it. It's almost like raising one."

Pamela knew when she applied for the job that Phoebe was a single mom. A family with triplets was rare.

Pamela had scoped out the apartment's decor earlier. It looked pretty swanky. She wondered what Phoebe did for a living.

Evelyn bluntly interjected, "You've barely taken care of them."

Phoebe said, "You kept bugging me to have kids, and now I have three. Anyone else would be thrilled, but you complain every day."

Evelyn glared at Phoebe. "Alright. Pamela, Hubert, Boris, and Noomi are super active. Once we're out, you can't take your eyes off them for more than three seconds, or they'll vanish," she reminded.

Pamela looked at the three stylishly dressed kids in the stroller. They looked about a year and a half old. Could they really energetic as much as Evelyn said?

The driver parked the car in the underground garage. The three of them got in with the kids. The driver stashed the stroller in the trunk, hopped in, and drove off.

Phoebe took Hubert, Boris, and Noomi to the same hospital where she had been diagnosed with their pregnancy two years ago. Last time it was the obstetrics department, this time it was pediatrics. They arrived early, and Phoebe quickly got the paperwork done for Hubert, Boris, and Noomi and took them to get insurance.

Each of them took care of one kid, as Phoebe had assigned in the car, to prevent losing track of them in the crowd.

Despite Phoebe's meticulous planning, stuff still went sideways.

Noomi saw something new and fun, and while Pamela wasn't paying attention, she bolted. Pamela quickly chased after her. She saw Noomi couldn't stop in time and bumped into a man's leg, falling down. Probably hurt, Noomi started bawling.