Izan crouched by the playpen, tugging a soft blanket across the padded floor before carefully lifting Ashton from his crib.
"Let's see if the boys remember each other."
He said, his tone naturally gentle.
Yu followed his lead, lowering Taymor next while Callen stepped forward, shifting Cain into Yu's waiting arms so they could place him down together.
The moment all three were settled inside the playpen, something in the atmosphere shifted — the triplets leaned toward one another instinctively, as if drawn by a pull only they understood. Taymor reached out first, a tiny fist waving at Cain's sleeve. Cain squeaked and kicked, then scooted clumsily forward on his tummy to close the gap. Ashton, still blinking sleepily, let out a breathy giggle and pressed his hand to Cain's cheek as if in greeting.
Yu's lips curved into a soft smile he couldn't suppress.
"They remember."
He whispered, more to himself than anyone else.
