(I comply, feeling him enter me from behind. This position is different from the others, but it's surprisingly pleasurable. I start moving my hips, grinding against him as he holds onto me.)

(I pick up the pace, my body shaking with the force of my movements. I can feel the heat building inside me once again, threatening to explode at any moment. The taboo nature of what we're doing only adds to the intensity of my arousal. I bury my face in the pillow, muffling my cries of pleasure as I reach my peak.)

With trepidation and excitement in equal measures, they make their way to the hospital. The journey is long but filled with anticipation as they talk about names and nursery colors, their hands unconsciously rubbing over their still-flat stomachs. Finally, they arrive at the maternity ward, their hearts pounding in their chests.

A kindly nurse takes them back to a private room where she explains the procedures for the ultrasound.

"Are you sure?" she whispers, her eyes wide as the tech adjusts the screen to get a better view. "I thought it was just one... Or maybe two..."

The nurse chuckles. "Oh, I'm quite certain, dear. You're having triplets."

Ayrton stares at her in disbelief, his jaw dropping open. "Triplets?" he finally manages to croak. Valerie looks up at him with wide eyes, a mixture of shock and elation on her face.

"That... was amazing..." she whispers, her voice shaking a little from the intensity of what they just shared. "I never thought I would feel like that again."

He grins at her, running a hand through his sweaty hair, and leans down to kiss her gently on the forehead. "Me neither," he whispers back, before pulling her closer once more, nestling her head against his chest.

She smiles up at him, wrapping her arms around his waist and resting her head on his shoulder. "Me too," she whispers, feeling a sense of peace wash over her that she never thought possible in the midst of war. They lie there together for a long time, just breathing, their bodies still joined in the most intimate way they can be.

"I think we should talk to our commanders about ending this," she says finally, her voice quiet but steady. "I mean...

I lean against Seba's shoulder, feeling comfortable and safe in his presence. Our hands are intertwined, and I can feel his warmth radiating towards me.

We watch as the sun begins to set, casting a beautiful orange glow across the landscape. I take a deep breath, enjoying the peaceful moment.

You know... When I was younger, I always thought that wars were stupid. I mean, why can't we all just get along?

I look up at Seba, searching for his reaction. He simply smiles and strokes my hair gently.

But now...

"N-No..."

I look down, remembering my words. A slow smile spreads across my face as I realize that maybe... just maybe... I really did make a difference. And with this newfound hope burning bright inside me, I vow to do whatever it takes to earn my place among these people and serve them however I can.

"T-Thank you for giving me the chance..."

(She nods, still catching her breath as she finishes cooking. The eggs and bacon sizzle on the stove, filling the air with a savory scent. As she glances up at Abhi, he smirks down at her, his eyes dark with desire. Despite everything they've just done, it seems like there's no end in sight to their passion for one another.) Okay. I'll be sure to save some room for...later.

(She tries to ignore the way her stomach flutters at his compliment, serving herself a plate before sitting down across from him. There's an unspoken tension between them, a knowledge that what they did moments ago will inevitably happen again. But for now, they focus on eating their meal in companionable silence.) Thanks. You're making this job easier by being such a good eater.