on my head. "Vitamins, check. Got it. I'll head on over to drugstore and look for something that claims it can help me keep up with my beautiful wife. While I'm there, I'll look for some vitamins for you, too. We both need to be in tip top shape for the baby making we're doing."
My smile could have powered a small city. I loved all of the "pr actice" that we were getting in, and I couldn't wait for us to start our family.
Chapter Eight
Early Wednesday evening, we got the call from Aunt Sandra letting us know that Todd Rand was definitely Delilah and Dominique's father. I breathed an inner sigh of relief for my husband, my sisters-in-law and the rest of the family that they wouldn't have to go through this again. Talking to my sister the night before, I'd discovered that Damien was really having a hard time with the whole thing for the same reason that Dante had been. Damien had also told Brooke that Spencer was almost out of his mind with worry, afraid that it would hurt Delilah. He was convinced that it was too much stress for her to deal with while she was pregnant, and we all got a chuckle out of that. He was treating her like she was spun glass, and although I could see that Delilah was understanding of his need to do so, I knew that at some point she was going to tell him to chill out.
In the midst of all of this, Brooke and Delilah were trying to plan weddings. Even anxiety didn't slow Damien down where the need to marry my sister was concerned, and he was chomping at the bit to get things under way. Spencer was insisting that he and Delilah get married first because she was pregnant, and Damien was really having his patience tested.
As soon as paternity had been established, Todd had asked to meet the girls. Dante had set the parameters for that, and we were all waiting for Todd and his son Flynn to arrive at our house for the first meeting. If Todd thought it odd that Dominique and Delilah's entire family had to be present, he didn't say anything.
Surprisingly, Aunt Sandra seemed the most anxious. She'd pulled Dante, Damien and Spencer aside and read them the riot act, telling them that she didn't want them pulling any Neanderthal bullshit on Todd. "He's a really nice man, and he doesn't deserve to be treated like a suspicious criminal. If you guys start that over-protective thing, I'm not going to be happy. I love my daughters just as much as you do, and I'm telling you right now, he's not going to hurt them. I've talked to him almost non-stop for the last few days, and he's a nervous wreck. Please be polite."
I don't think they would have been rude, but she was right, they did have a tendency to be ridiculously over-protective, not that I could blame them. Even with Sandra's warning, I felt certain they'd all still be on high alert for anything they didn't think was acceptable. Asking them to stand down where the family was concerned was like asking the secret service to let the President go out sans protection. It was never going to happen.
When the doorbell rang, Aunt Sandra was the one to go get it. The twins stood near the entryway to the living room, hands clasped as they waited to meet their father. As he came into the room, his son trailing just behind him, I breathed a sigh of relief. He was nervous too, but he lit up when he saw them. It broke my heart when he started to cry as he stared at them both. "You're perfect," he said through his tears. "I'm so happy to meet you both!"
Like it had been planned, both girls rushed forward at the same moment he opened his arms. Dante held my hand in a death grip, but he relaxed a bit when he saw how affected Todd was. Over and over again, Todd told the girls how sorry he was that he hadn't been there for them. "It breaks me that I didn't know about you both."
I noticed that poor Flynn stood behind his father, struggling to hold himself together. He looked stunned, but I could also see
My smile could have powered a small city. I loved all of the "pr actice" that we were getting in, and I couldn't wait for us to start our family.
Chapter Eight
Early Wednesday evening, we got the call from Aunt Sandra letting us know that Todd Rand was definitely Delilah and Dominique's father. I breathed an inner sigh of relief for my husband, my sisters-in-law and the rest of the family that they wouldn't have to go through this again. Talking to my sister the night before, I'd discovered that Damien was really having a hard time with the whole thing for the same reason that Dante had been. Damien had also told Brooke that Spencer was almost out of his mind with worry, afraid that it would hurt Delilah. He was convinced that it was too much stress for her to deal with while she was pregnant, and we all got a chuckle out of that. He was treating her like she was spun glass, and although I could see that Delilah was understanding of his need to do so, I knew that at some point she was going to tell him to chill out.
In the midst of all of this, Brooke and Delilah were trying to plan weddings. Even anxiety didn't slow Damien down where the need to marry my sister was concerned, and he was chomping at the bit to get things under way. Spencer was insisting that he and Delilah get married first because she was pregnant, and Damien was really having his patience tested.
As soon as paternity had been established, Todd had asked to meet the girls. Dante had set the parameters for that, and we were all waiting for Todd and his son Flynn to arrive at our house for the first meeting. If Todd thought it odd that Dominique and Delilah's entire family had to be present, he didn't say anything.
Surprisingly, Aunt Sandra seemed the most anxious. She'd pulled Dante, Damien and Spencer aside and read them the riot act, telling them that she didn't want them pulling any Neanderthal bullshit on Todd. "He's a really nice man, and he doesn't deserve to be treated like a suspicious criminal. If you guys start that over-protective thing, I'm not going to be happy. I love my daughters just as much as you do, and I'm telling you right now, he's not going to hurt them. I've talked to him almost non-stop for the last few days, and he's a nervous wreck. Please be polite."
I don't think they would have been rude, but she was right, they did have a tendency to be ridiculously over-protective, not that I could blame them. Even with Sandra's warning, I felt certain they'd all still be on high alert for anything they didn't think was acceptable. Asking them to stand down where the family was concerned was like asking the secret service to let the President go out sans protection. It was never going to happen.
When the doorbell rang, Aunt Sandra was the one to go get it. The twins stood near the entryway to the living room, hands clasped as they waited to meet their father. As he came into the room, his son trailing just behind him, I breathed a sigh of relief. He was nervous too, but he lit up when he saw them. It broke my heart when he started to cry as he stared at them both. "You're perfect," he said through his tears. "I'm so happy to meet you both!"
Like it had been planned, both girls rushed forward at the same moment he opened his arms. Dante held my hand in a death grip, but he relaxed a bit when he saw how affected Todd was. Over and over again, Todd told the girls how sorry he was that he hadn't been there for them. "It breaks me that I didn't know about you both."
I noticed that poor Flynn stood behind his father, struggling to hold himself together. He looked stunned, but I could also see
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