Who's the Daddy?

Rowena Ravenclaw leant back and sighed. She was in the last trimester of her pregnancy and it was causing her hell. Suddenly contractions started.

"Helga, Godric, Salazar, get in here!" she screamed.

Slowly, after 18 hours, her triplets Rex, Robynne and Rachel, were born. She was worried and tired. Her 12 month old Helena had been excited about having another brother or sister, but she was only a year old and she was a stroppy little madam at times.

"They're gorgeous, Rowena," Helga exclaimed, ignoring the fact that the triplets were asleep. "Who's the dad?"

Rowena looked slightly sheepish.

"Rowena?"

"I think they look like me." Godric supplied.

"No ME!" Salazar interrupted.

"Wait, Rowena, who's the dad?" they asked in unison.

"I...I don't know." Rowena shamefully admitted.

"YOU HAD SEX WITH BOTH OF US!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Godric screamed. Helga fainted. Salazar scowled.

"It was a mistake. I was drunk..."

"Damn right, you were!" Salazar chipped in.

"But I do know who the father is." Godric and Salazar listened intently.

"The father is...I'm sorry Salazar, it's your brother Sam." As Godric laughed, Salazar walked away muttering 'I'm gonna kill him'. Helga took Rowena to a side.

"Are you sure he's the father?" Hufflepuff asked, concerned. Rowena smiled.

"No, it was just funny." And she walked off, laughing her head off.