Seth is screwed.

Seth groaned, raising his head which had been hunched over a desk and stretching his arm. He winced when a muscle in his neck pulled and rubbed his eyes tiredly. A glance at the table clock showed him it was eight in the night and he had been summing accounts for almost three hours since he had arrived from the office. He needed a break.

Rising from his seat, his white singlet moved in the direction of his muscles as he walked to the living room, arm stretched over his head and paused in his tracks.

The TV was on and giggling at some weird sitcom was Isabella. He could only view her profile from the side and damn he couldn't take his eyes off her. The twins sat on either side of her. They were now grown enough to sit and crawl and mahn, they drove Seth crazy with how fast they had become. How was it that they always loved to crawl into the weirdest places?

It was ridiculous. One time, Isabella had rushed to his room saying she couldn't find Victoria. Seth had expected that Samuel wo