“Ah. Damn, don’t know if someone mentioned that, but nope, no quints! I’ve superfecundation fraternal twins.”
Rain straightened while Shotgun looked slightly puzzled.
“Superfecundation twins?” Rain questioned, looking stunned.
“Explain,” Shotgun demanded, looking at us both.
“Surprise! You both knocked me up! You’ve a boy, Wade, Shotgun. And Rain has a girl, Darcy.”
Both of them stared mutely. Should I have been softer in my delivery? Oops.
“You had a child from each of us?” Shotgun asked in a strangled tone.
“Yup. Guess I was an overachiever.”
“A boy and a girl?” Rain whispered, looking stunned.
“Nana says I complain constantly because Wade has Shotgun’s looks, but your personality, Rain. But Darcy resembles you, but has Shotgun’s attitude,” I babbled. “However, I can’t really say because I don’t remember, but they’re a handful, so I’m told.”
“You’ve not seen them since the accident?” Shotgun murmured.
“No. Apparently, you put the fear of God into me with the lawyer threat. A couple of my cousins flew them home,” I replied, and both men winced.
“Where’s that?” Rain asked.
“A yacht that I kept on the move, it seems.” I frowned. That seemed a weird option, but my cousins assured me it was most certainly home.
“And where are the twins now?” Shotgun inquired.
“Flying back to the USA. They’re coming from Italy, that’s where I’d last moored up apparently,” I replied.
“And you’re going to allow them to visit?” Shotgun demanded.
“Yeah. We need to talk and really understand what happened between us, even if I can’t recall anything. A deeper understanding now may help if I remember things later on. I don’t want to be at odds with my children’s fathers; that’s unhealthy. And don’t say it didn’t bother me before, because we’re unaware if it did,” I said, holding a hand up.
“And us?” Rain asked,
That took me by surprise. “What about you?”
“You were our third Allegra, our wife. We’ve missed you terribly, and your leaving hurt. Could you give us another opportunity?”
Shotgun offered a stiff nod in agreement as I gaped.
“What?” I stammered out.
“Give the triad a second chance,” Rain stated clearly.
I leaned back in the swing and studied them. The request had taken me completely by surprise. Shotgun stood slightly taller than Rain, maybe by two inches. He wore jeans, a Henley and his cut. On his feet were shitkickers that looked worn. Shotgun was the epitome of a biker. Rain also wore jeans, but his were newer and paired with a button-down shirt. Rain’s hair was neatly trimmed, whereas Shotgun’s needed a cut.
Two totally different men with opposite personalities. I’d already recognised that. There was a visible bond, whether they realised it or not. They each sought reassurance from each other. They were close, and it was obvious. I couldn’t see how I fitted in. It was mind-boggling. What had been my place?
“The timing’s wrong,” I said slowly. “I’m struggling to learn who I am, what I like, and my previous life. A relationship isn’t a good idea; that’s just more stress. You two remember the old me, and that Allegra’s gone. Who this me is, I’ve no idea. But I’m looking forward to meeting and learning about her. Honestly, I don’t need added pressure.”
“Possibly start as friends and see how things go? Keep the possibly of being a triad open,” Rain suggested.
“Again, not a good idea. Rain, I don’t even know myself, let alone my children. Adding a relationship into the mix, and not even a normal one, a highly complicated one, is too much to deal with. We need to build friendships. You might think you know me, but you don’t. The woman you loved is dead for all intents and purposes. I’m wearing her body, but I’m not your Allegra.”
“I understand, and no pressure. Let’s start as friends who share kids and go from there,” Shotgun offered, and I nodded.
