The boys then throw their heads back, wailing harder and I… Well, I do something that, in retrospect, is probably very dumb. But I gasp and smile broadly, my eyes shining as I lean forward, my voice breathless with joy. “Girls!?” I ask Alvin, thrilled. “They’re girls!?” “See!” he shouts, staring
“And we could tell that they will be girls,” Alvin says, assured. “I don’t know how we know. But we could tell.” “Amazing,” I murmur, shaking my head a little and looking between them. “I thought that you two could connect with each other because you were…well, because you’re twins. You’ve always b
“I can’t believe they talked us into this,” Victor murmurs, anxiously massaging his temple with two fingers and glancing at me in the rearview mirror. I’m sitting in the back seat with one twin in my lap, the other pressed tight against my side. Rafe, seated next to Victor in the driver’s seat, like
Victor laughs a little, shaking his head. “But,” I continue, “do I think it’s really going to benefit them to stay home watching Paw Patrol? No, I don’t.” I shake my head, really meaning it. “I think we have to walk a fine line, Victor, of keeping them safe and happy while showing them the realitie
The boys stayed with Rafe, of course, in the lobby of the jail, waiting for us. As much as I wanted them to experience the realities of their world, I didn’t want it to go that far. They look curiously at their grandfather, though, as he walks wordlessly to the second car that will take him home, Ra
“Um, no?” I say, looking up at her, realizing that…well, that she’s going to think that we’re crazy when we tell her how we know. “Then how…” she wonders aloud, standing up straight and looking between us. “Um…our kids told us?” I respond awkwardly, blushing. I don’t add that my first hint was whe
“Why not have her on call?” Victor replies, leaning down and giving me a kiss on the forehead. “You spent your last pregnancy at free clinics and eating from the day-old selections available at the gas station. We’re doing this one right.” I laugh a little, taking his hand. “Actually, one of those
“What’s going on?” I ask Victor, moving over to him. “News,” he says, staring at the TV with some of his Betas. “Word got out that your dad is back at his house, and the media is having a little bit of a frenzy with it. My teams are holding, no one’s gotten through for an interview or anything but…