One hundred and five

I tilt the laptop and the girls’ faces occupy the screen. Wyn is on top of Bren but her twin doesn’t seem to mind. Brianna is on one side of the bed, smiling at the camera. They are all lying on their stomachs. El settles down beside me, I prop the laptop on my knees and slip my hand into her shirt from behind. She shoots me a warning look. I bat my lashes like the cute baby daddy I am.

“I miss Mummy,” Wyn says. 

My back meets the headboard and El rests her head on my shoulder. “What about me?” 

Again, she and Bren are rocking the same gowns. Wyn frowns. “I miss you too, I guess.” 

El bellows out a laugh. Evil girls. In a few months, I’ll have my boys. She wraps an arm around my waist to soothe me. It works for only a second before my attention returns to the laptop. Bren is grinning. 

“How are you?” El asks. 

“Fine,” three of them chorus.&