“I knew you had younger siblings, but why the hell am I only now finding out they’re twins?”
I kiss his jaw. “It never came up before. Anyway, I thought you wanted to keep finding out new things about me.”
“I do.”
“Well, there you go. You’ve found out something new tonight.”
“That’s not the only thing I’ve found out.”
I squirm as heat rises into my face. “It’s cute when the twins talk together. Twins are meant to do that.”
“Casey’s cute,” Auggie says.
“And you’re not?” Casey asks.
“No. I’m sexy.”
“You can be cute and sexy.”
“And you and Emory are. I’m just sexy.”
Casey laughs. “Too sexy to be cute?”
“Isn’t that a line from a song?”
“No.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes,” Casey and I say together.
“Now who’s being creepy?” Auggie asks.
“Do you know what would be cute?” Casey says.
“What?” I ask.
“If we all talked together.”
“What would we say?”
“I love you?”
“On a count of three,” Auggie says. “One. Two. Three.”
“I love you.”
27
CASEY
My parents are decorating the tree when I arrive home on Christmas Eve.
“Ah, Casey, just in time. You can put the star on top.” There’s a dewy look in Dad’s eyes as if he’s remembering lifting me up to put the star on the tree when I was too short to do it any other way.
I take the white, glittery tree topper from him and pop it on the highest branch, making sure it’s secure and straight.
“Perfect.” Mum hugs me.
