Forbidden Passion
Chapter 649 The Considerate Triplets

When she rolled back home, Hubert, Boris, and Noomi were chillin' in their high chairs, munching on baby food. Those pink, yellow, and blue chairs were their thrones, and they never mixed 'em up. Evelyn was nearby, catching Phoebe dragging herself in, looking beat. She shot her a glance and asked, "You eaten yet?"

"Nah," Phoebe sighed, leaning against the shoe cabinet to swap her shoes, looking totally wiped. Hearing her voice, her kids all yelled out, "Mommy!"

Phoebe tossed her bag on the couch, straightened up, and strolled into the dining room. She eyed their dinner, which Evelyn had whipped up. It looked delish.

Seeing Phoebe eyeing their grub, Boris didn't even blink and scooped up a spoonful for her. "Mommy, eat."

Phoebe leaned in and took a bite. This got Hubert and Noomi hyped, and they started feeding her too.

A warm fuzzy feeling filled Phoebe's empty heart. She closed her eyes for a sec to keep from tearing up.

Such sweet kiddos, Hubert, Boris, and Noomi-why should she let Theodore mess with her head?

Evelyn glanced at Phoebe and said, "There's more in the pot. I'll grab you some."

She got up and soon came back with a serving.

She plopped the bowl in front of Phoebe. "Dig in. Once you're stuffed, take Hubert, Boris, and Noomi for a stroll. They haven't been out in two days." "Got it."

Thinking about taking the three little ones out, Phoebe didn't have the energy to stress about anything else. Food first; otherwise, how would she have the energy to look after the triplets?

After dinner, Phoebe changed her children's diapers one by one, loaded them into the stroller, and headed out with Evelyn.

Phoebe threw on a mask and glasses to stay low-key and avoid getting recognized.

Lately, the gossip about her and Noah had been wild. Phoebe was worried the paparazzi might be lurking around Golden Apartment. If they snapped pics of Hubert, Boris, and Noomi, it would be a mess. In the elevator, Evelyn asked, "How's the house reno going?"

Phoebe replied, "Just waiting on the furniture. I wanna let it air out for a couple months before moving in. The formaldehyde in new places is too much, not good for Hubert, Boris, and Noomi." When Phoebe was decking out her villa, she used all safe materials. Even so, she wasn't totally chill and wanted to let it air out longer.

"Yeah, let's hang at Golden Apartment for now. No rush to move in," Evelyn said.

The elevator hit the first floor, and Phoebe and Evelyn pushed the stroller out. Inside, Hubert, Boris, and Noomi were jabbering about the cartoon they watched today.

As night fell, the streetlights in the community flicked on. A sudden breeze rustled the big trees, casting shadows.

The pathway, lit with six-foot tall streetlamps, wasn't dark. Hubert steered Phoebe towards the playground slide, and Hubert, Boris, and Noomi were as pumped as dockworkers pulling a boat. Phoebe was speechless..

The loud shouts of Hubert, Boris, and Noomi caught the attention of passersby, who turned to look. Phoebe was so embarrassed she wanted to hide her face.

Phoebe asked, "Mom, what cartoons have you been letting them watch lately?"

Evelyn replied, "Just that new show from your company. The main character's dad is a boatman. Hubert, Boris, and Noomi are obsessed with that part. I've had to replay it for them like twenty times. They know the chants by heart." Evelyn's tone was all proud.

Phoebe pushed Hubert, Boris, and Noomi to the slide and made a deal with them to play for just half an hour before letting them loose. They bolted towards the slide, all hyped up.

The three little ones chanted as they climbed the steps and slid down in perfect sync.

Hearing their fun chants, other kids were confused at first but soon joined in.

So, the innocent chants echoed through the community all evening.

Evelyn stood by for a bit before getting pulled aside by Astrid Larsen, a neighbor. After some small talk, Astrid said, "Evelyn, you're so lucky. Your daughter had triplets. Everyone in the community envies you." Evelyn smiled, "Taking care of triplets is exhausting."

"It's okay to be tired now. When they grow up, you can finally relax and enjoy life." Astrid paused, then lowered her voice to complain, "My daughter-in-law has been married for five years and hasn't had any luck. We've seen many doctors." "Don't worry, it'll happen eventually," Evelyn comforted her.

Astrid sighed and then brightened up, "I heard your daughter couldn't conceive before and got pregnant after taking some medicine. Which doctor did you see? I want to take my daughter-in-law there."

Evelyn hesitated and said, "My daughter met a miracle doctor while doing charity work. He gave her two prescriptions, and she got pregnant after taking them. I don't know if it was the medicine or something else."

Evelyn had given Phoebe the prescriptions as a trial, not expecting such a remarkable result. After taking the medicine for over a month, Phoebe got pregnant with Hubert, Boris, and Noomi.

But Evelyn thought it might also be because the man was exceptionally fertile, making it a medical miracle that Phoebe conceived triplets.

In that case, maybe Theodore was infertile.

Astrid felt she had asked the right person and quickly said, "You said it was a miracle doctor, so it must have been the prescription that worked. Do you still have it?"

Evelyn met Astrid's eyes and said, "I threw them away years ago. I don't have them anymore."

"Oh," Astrid looked disappointed. She glanced at the triplets on the slide, her eyes full of envy. "Please try to find it for me. If you find them, that's great. If not, can you tell us where to find the miracle doctor? We'll go ask him for the medicine." Seeing Astrid's eagerness for a grandchild, Evelyn agreed.

In fact, Evelyn had kept the prescriptions on her phone. But taking medicine was a serious matter. If Astrid's daughter-in-law got pregnant, that would be great. But if not, or if something went wrong, they might blame Evelyn for causing harm. The summer heat was unbearable, even at night.

Hubert, Boris, and Noomi played on the slide for half an hour, sweating profusely. Phoebe and her mother took them home, washed them up, and put them to bed. It was almost 10:30 PM. Phoebe made them some bedtime milk, finally stopping their endless chanting.