“Where are we going?”
“Outside to play with my babies on their birthday until we wear them out enough to sleep twelve hours straight.”
“Sounds good to me.”
She leads us to the back deck where everyone is out of earshot, whirls around, and throws herself at me. “I’m ready to give you another challenge.”
“Hit me with it.”
“I’ll give you Seth Mitchell, and you give me my little girl. Then we are done.”
She knows, without me saying, this is a challenge I accept.
?
Three years later… my twin daughters are born.