Out of My League のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 43

It wasn’t jingly bells or enchanted notes that woke us up. It was a fart. A big, booming fart that you could hear even over the baby monitor, and two glorious peals of baby laughter as they’d just hit the punchline. Don groaned into the pillow. “I think Nik just crop-dusted his sister.” “Merry Christmas,” I muttered, hauling myself out of bed. My robe was in a heap on the floor. One of my boobs was probably still out. It was still only 7:30 in the freakin’ morning. By the time we trudged to the nursery like a pair of zombies in oversized plaid pajamas, both of the twins were fully awake and grinning like pint-sized gremlins from Hell. Leocádia had tossed her blanket to one corner and was squirming around half-naked, while Nikolaos was smacking the si

The doorbell jangled. Twice. Then again. Then came the knock that could only have been Ron Hunter. That man knocked like the house was rented from him. “Prepare yourself,” I hissed, leaning down as Don fiddled with Leo’s pacifier like a surgeon. “I am prepared,” he said, and it was a lie, but it was a lie laced with love, and something underneath that, and it was probably peace. That piece of mind that comes from finally letting go of old memories, from just leaning in to something so much worse, and louder, and better. I opened the door to a chorus of “Happy Hanukkah!” and “You weren’t answering your texts!” and “Where’s the wine?” Michael was first, tall and beaming with a still-sleeping Immanuel half-slumped against hi