Epilogue

"Oh, Jesus. Again?" Dianne clutches her forehead.

Terry is laughing behind her, chewing on an apple he just took out of our fridge. "I think it's safe to say that we cannot let my brother near you anymore."

"Like ever," Dianne adds, shaking her head. "The luck you have, this time it'll be triplets!"

We all laugh as I cuddle my expecting stomach. "He's so good with them, though," I say, my eyes wandering to the window where I can see our vast green yard.

And there he is. My mate, carrying four of our children, two on each arm, and even Dianne and Terry's four-year old on his...