Mind you, their only three months old. But Lennon didn’t try to kill Rowan in the womb or vice versa, so we’re winning there.
Nonetheless, I’m on the lookout for any signs of excessive competition because history willnotbe fucking repeating itself. To bring any more drama into our lives that I’ve squashed out.
Bobby left New York City ruined. The media dragged him so much, he went overseas somewhere. Hopefully, feeling abandoned and betrayed like I did when our parents shipped me away over his lies.
Except mine were truths.
My sperm donor, Alan, sold Harding Holdings because he was on the verge of bankruptcy. He took a loss bigger than his bruised ego and sold my childhood home because they couldn’t afford it.
Catherine is divorcing him, trying to take everything he has, which isn’t much. She’s dating some CEO in Memphis, I’m sure, to regain her status and wealth, while changing her name.
I may or may not have sent him an anonymous email of her real identity just out of spite. If Alan is going down for his lack of being a decent parent and even a fitting financial advisor, she’s going to do with him.
“Noooo,” Meirna suddenly drones in the kitchen of the same suite we stayed at for our honeymoon. Call me nostalgic. “The frosting came out too quick.”
And, just like the last time, Meirna is making gingerbread cookies because my wife is still a Christmas fanatic.
Stepping up from behind her, I look over her shoulder, and all she messed up was the smile on one of them. “You’re obsessing.”
“It has to be perfect.”
“It is,” I retort, looking them over. “Nothing you do is anything less than.”
She glances over her shoulder at me with furrowed brows. “Except when I’m not naked and waltzing through our house with our infant children.”
“See, that is a problem. I’ve been trying to tell you. We need a bigger house.”
Meirna rolls her eyes and scoffs, shaking her head at me and returning to the gingerbread men—women with pink skirts on. “We justmovedinto that house. And I told you having children would change things.”
“Not all things, I hope.” I wrap my arm around her middle and pull her flush against my chest. “I can still whisk you away and have my way with you. Regardless of the boys, I liked you spread on the dryer just fine.”
A small chuckle leaves Meirna’s lips, but she tries to suppress it. “Soon, they’ll be hunting us down.”
“Then I’ll build a secret room or tunnel, and everything will be right in the world.”
“A sex room?” she drones. “How about a few locks? That might be cheaper.”
Right.
“All in all, Daydream, I’ll still get my way.”
Meirna pulls the plate of cookies toward us and gestures with her hand, “Our children.”
I immediately push my lips out because “They’re girls.”
Mygirl is silent for a moment before she slowly turns around with a small smile on her face. “Surprise.”
Blinking, I don’t get the gesture or the joke.
“We’re havingtwins,” she quips excitedly, her eyes twinkling with enthusiasm. “Girls.”
The fuck?
I heard the words.
I understand what they mean. However, not inourworld.
Meirna’s impatience gets the best of her becausemy lack of response takes too long when she narrows her eyes and explains, “I’m pregnant again, you insatiable animal.Again.”
