Two Lance
MY PHONE BUZZES WITH an alert from the front gate, and I jump up from the couch, but turn around at the last second to look at my sons, who are sitting quietly on the floor playing with magnetic blocks.
“Hey,” I shout, grabbing the twins’ attention. Their blue eyes, the same color as mine, make my chest expand with a love I never knew was possible. These little guys, no matter how mischievous they are—a quality my parents said comes from my older brother Author—fucking own me. And I wouldn’t have it any other way. The only thing better than this would be Gwen having a little girl with her same eyes and curly hair. “You two better not move.”