Goi froze. “Pregnant?”
“Yes. Three weeks.”
Tears poured down her face. Emma jumped to his feet. “Pregnant? Are you serious?”
The nurse laughed. “Very serious.”
He pulled Goi into his arms. “You are going to be a mother. We are going to be parents.”
She cried like a child in his embrace.
The months that followed were filled with wonder, but the biggest surprise came during a scan.
The doctor stared at the monitor and then looked up, stunned. “Madam… there are three heartbeats.”
Goi sat upright. “Three?”
“Yes. You are carrying triplets.”
She screamed so loudly the whole hospital might have heard her.
Emma dropped to his knees at home that evening and cried. “God, this is too much. Three children at once. More than I even asked for.”
They prepared carefully. Emma built a nursery. Amaka helped. Neighbors brought gifts.
And on a quiet Saturday morning, Goi gave birth to three healthy boys.
The nurses clapped. The doctor smiled. Emma laughed and cried at the same time.
“They look like you,” he said, holding one of the babies. “But this one’s ears look like mine, so I’m claiming him.”
Goi held all three to her chest and whispered through tears, “I am not barren. God proved them wrong.”
Word spread quickly.
Even some of Chik’s old friends heard. The woman he threw out now had triplets. She had remarried. She had opened a restaurant. Her husband was kind and successful.
Some people rejoiced for her. Others shook their heads in regret.
But Goi was no longer thinking about the past. She was feeding babies in the middle of the night, kissing tiny foreheads, and smiling at small hands curled around her finger.
Her scars were still there, but her life had changed.
She was no longer the broken woman crying alone on the street.
She was a mother.
She was whole.
She was free.
Meanwhile, Chik’s life had taken a different path.
He had more money than ever, but he still had no child.
