Chapter 5

Airports were chaotic by design. But with the four year old twins, a ridiculous amount of luggage, and a suspiciously enthusiastic airport security dog sniffing her handbag for the third time, Brooke was dangerously close to breaking into tears.

But she continued to smile.

“You told me this would be easy,” Caleb muttered to Brooke, he definitely was having it worse than Brooke, shifting Ryan’s backpack from one shoulder to the other. “You keep telling me that your kids are little angels. Look at the squished juice box in my blazer pocket.”

Brooke snorted, “You wanted the experience of hanging out with the kids without your staff at your beck and call,” brushing a lock of hair behind her ear as Rhea twirled it like a ballerina.

“Uncle Caleb, we’re angels,” she pouted in mock innocence. “When everyone is watching,” she winked.

Caleb raised his hand up in defense. “Woah, I have to steer clear of this little one,” he said as Ryan walked around with the sunglasses he had taken from Caleb.