LOGIN“Me me me,” he says, hardly able to contain his excitement. “My turn, mama. Please.” And he looks down, again, at his little girl. “Well,” I say, shifting her in my arms and leaning forward so Ian can better see her face. She frowns in her sleep, squirming a little and making me smile. “I was think
Several hours later, I’m changed and curled up more comfortably in my bed with Victor by my side, a baby in each of our arms, and our boys curled up like puppies at the end of the bed. Archie is on the bed too, cuddled between them. We sit quietly together, all still focused on the two little babie
“It’s all right, doctor,” I say, giving her a little smile and nodding towards the boys. “We found them.” “Oh my god,” she says, shaking her head and placing a hand over her heart. Then she frowns at them. “How did they…” “Window,” Victor says, gesturing towards it and sighing. “It’s all right. Th
“Come on, Evelyn,” the doctor says confidently as Victor squeezes my hand, his eyes darting between my face and the first baby, which the doula is now wrapping in her first swaddle. “One more push, and then you’ll be done, and you can hold your little girls.” “Okay,” I huff, sitting up and shifting
Slumped on the couch, Ian heaves a gigantic sigh. “What is taking so long,” he mutters, glaring angrily at the steps as if they’ve personally offended him. “You knew it would take a while,” Bridgette murmurs, running a hand over Ian’s soft brown hair and smiling fondly at her nephew. She sighs and
“Oh my god,” Victor gasps, instantly wide awake. “Oh my god,” he says again, grabbing my face and searching it like it has answers. “Are you – are you okay?” “Yes,” I say, nodding but then belying my answer with an immediate moan. I grit my teeth, my hand going to my stomach as I weather the contra
Ian looks up at me, frowning. “But he doesn’t really eat dinner anymore-“ “Just go,” I say, rolling my eyes at Ian’s lack of tact and giving him a little push. Alvin’s already heading for the back door, but Ian takes a moment to glance between me and Bridgette, figuring it all out. “Oh. Okay!” he s
That evening I’m happily warming up some of the soup Burton left in the kitchen when I hear the front door open. I turn, curious, and smile when I see that it’s Bridgette peeking through. “Can I come in?” she asks, an eager little smile on her face. She glances around our house, which is still a li
“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…
“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







