They’d kind of hoped that there would be at least one girl, but they were
still thrilled when they went for their ultrasound and found out that both of
these babies were boys as well.
Their families might think they were crazy, having four boys under the
age of two and a half, and they very well might be, but who didn’t have kids
and wonder at their sanity sometimes? Both sets of their grandparents
absolutely adored the twins.
Arabella’s parents were incredibly helpful. They’d sold the old house
where they were living after Arabella moved in with June, and they’d
bought a tiny condo in a good neighborhood. Arabella made sure their
health insurance was paid for, but they hadn’t had to use it. Her dad’s health
had really improved, especially after the twins were born. He liked to joke
that his grandsons were like a special batch of medicine, and he was
probably right, except it was likely love that was the best medicine of all.
“Oh, you guys!” Arabella exclaimed when a tide of gifts started to flow
magically into the room. “We said not to get us anything. We already have a
houseful from Luke and Liam.”
“That’s nonsense,” Beth protested as she directed the flow of boxes onto
the table. “Boys are hard on their clothes. So hard that I’m sure only our
company’s shoes survived because they’re built super tough and strong.”
“Strong enough to last from generation to generation and then some,”
Arabella quoted directly from their marketing campaign.
“You bet!” Beth kept waving her arms like she was piloting a plane down
a runway, and those boxes kept appearing.
June had to blink back tears when she noticed Arabella was smiling but
doing the same. They were loved. They were so loved. Their co-workers
weren’t just co-workers. They were friends. They were fellow parents and
grandparents, and everyone had cheered them on when they found out they
were dating, then when they got married, then when they announced they
were pregnant the first time. And the second.