Quirin
“Did want to listen in?” I ask Warren when we hang up from the video call.
“I think it’s always good to be reminded of how truly vicious you can be, Quirin,” he says, just as the people in my life who have taken that viciousness out of me knock on the door.
I stand and walk to the door. Before I reach it, it’s pushed open, and my gaggle of girls comes flooding into the office.
“DADDY!” they all say rushing toward me. I’ve learned from one of the best fathers out there how to manage a large group of children, so without breaking stride, I scoop down and pick up all four of my quads, as I continue walking toward the woman who has given me everything I’ve ever wanted in life and so much more.
I lean over the girls in my arms and my son in her arms and kiss my mate, drawing her int
