The magazine, Happy Motherhood, lays forgotten on their table, opened to the page of color coordinated golds and greens, nursery decked out in extravagant patterns and textures.
Amber Westlake nee Moore falls in love for the fifth time in her life in a bright sunny kitchen on a random Sunday. She’s not new to the feeling, she handles it well. So far her plan has been to never let him go, ever, for anything and its work outstandingly.
Number six and seven happens seven months, three weeks, and two days later when after thirteen hours of labor their sons are placed in their arms. When her beautiful boys blink up at her, little brows furrowed adorably, she thinks ‘they’ve got their daddy’s eyes.’
Who would have ever thought twins?
~~The End~~