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Good job, mama. Riley whispered as Masque announced the names of their children. He’d hung back just outside the dugout, both ears turned in as he listened apprehensively. This was Masque’s struggle now -he hated that there was nothing he could do to ease her pain or help.

Three boys, one daughter. He nudged Masque softly, concern and understanding pooling in his gaze. Their daughter’s life had been so short — but he hoped without pain.

You did it. He breathed again, admiring the three impossibly small bodies as they wriggled and latched. He passed his gaze rovingly over each. They’re perfect.