The Unprepared Luna
For me, it feels like home.
“What’s got that smile on your face, my twin?” Quinn asks me.
We’re currently in the middle grounds, watching our oldest pups, both boys, running around while our twins rest in their carriers beside us. I guess as twins, it makes sense that both Quinn and I would have twins. What we didn’t expect is that we’d both have a boy first, and then we’d both get pregnant with twin girls. Our packs will never be the same if Cohen and Emerson are any indication. Cohen loves our son, but these girls already have him wrapped around their little fingers.