Gray
It was lovely watching Misty and Lyla together. It was like the last three years of them being separated didn’t happen. They were an extension of each other, like they were one person.
They even finished each other’s sentences, and it was like they had their own language. The way they would look at each other and do some weird thing with their eyes before they would burst into laughter.
I loved seeing my woman so happy and carefree. Hal and I were leaning back on the chaise recliner on their deck. He was between my legs as we watched Misty and Lyla walk around the backyard, each carrying a twin in a sling.
“We’re going to have a baby, Gray,” Hal said.
“We are.”
“Do you care who fathered it?”
“Not one bit.”
“Me either. Have you talked to her about who she’s marrying?”
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