"Pregnant?"

Dante stared at the test in Sienna's hand. Four pink lines across four different tests. Unmistakable.

"I know. I wasn't expecting it either. We've been careful. But apparently not careful enough." She laughed nervously. "Are you happy? Or is this too much?"

"Too much?" He pulled her into his arms. "Never. Another baby. Another chance. Another piece of us in the world. How could that ever be too much?"

"We'll have four kids. Four. That's a lot of chaos."

"The best kind of chaos."

"You say that now. Wait until we're drowning in diapers again."

"We'll manage. We always do. Together."

They told the kids at dinner. Reactions were...