Coming home with me.
I smiled and jumped in.
More than ready for whatever today and tonight held.
“Whoa, what’s all that?”Cooper exclaimed as we pulled up into my driveway. The show had agreed that whenever I had the boys, I was allowed to stay here.
Away from the cameras.
True to her word, Gigi had kicked me out as soon as she’d arrived home from Vancouver. I hadn’t moved anything out, hoping we could work things out once we talked.
Which she hadn’t allowed yet.
I loved that woman’s stubbornness, but this was taking it to a whole new level. I missed her like crazy and every minute that went by, I worried more and more that she’d never forgive me.
“I’m not sure. Let’s get you guys out of your seats and go see.” Before I was even finished with my sentence, they were both out of their seats and ready to hurry out.
What looked like a whole lot of Las Vegas Angels paraphernalia sat right in front of us. I got out, then opened the backdoor. They raced to the hockey nets and sticks placed—bows and all—by the garage door.
“Cool, hockey sticks!” Carson shouted, grabbing one. Then his brother took the other one. The sticks were a little big for them, but I’m sure they’d grow into them soon enough.
I picked up the card that was taped to the front of one of the nets and opened it. ”Congratulations on Your Twin Boys,” the front of the blue card read.
Inside, it said, “We are overjoyed with this news. Please bring them both by as soon as you can. We can’t wait to meet your sons. Love, Angelique and Marcel.”
“What does this say?” Cooper held up an Angel’s jersey that was just their size.
I pulled it out of his hand for a closer look. “It says, Moreau.”
“Oh, just like yours?” he asked, his eyes bright and excited.
“Yeah, buddy. Just like mine.”