She put the needles into the box labeled SHARPS and gave us a piece of paper. “Go to the receptionist. She’ll take care of the rest.”
“Thanks,” I heard Jasper say to her. Blue was trying to calm our little ones down. “Evan and Max, the shots are over and done with. No use in crying anymore.” Evan stopped crying, even though there were tears glistening on his little cheeks. Max was still very unhappy, so I picked him up and nuzzled his cheek. “I’m sorry, baby,” I apologized. “I hated it, too.” Max stopped crying, although he nestled into my body and hiccuped.
I kissed his ear and held him close. “Enough shots for today.” I looked back at Jasper and Blue, who were gathering everything up. I knew that I couldn’t take care of my sons without the support of my husbands. Jasper plucked Max out of my hands to tuck him into the baby carrier. The three of us checked out, then we headed to the car. As the boys closed their eyes, I turned and looked at Jasper.
“I’m so glad that the three of us are taking care of the little ones. I don’t know how single parents do it. I’m not even sure two people could handle our twins.”
“Good thing that there are three of us,” Blue said from the middle seat.
I relaxed in the passenger seat, content and surrounded by my loving family.