Unbroken Hart (The Hart Family) by Ella Fox Page A

that he'd been very worried about his dad.  That said something good about his relationship with his father, and it made me happy to know that Todd had a son that loved him.  That meant he really was a good man.
    Pulling back from their dad, the girls looked at their new brother, Flynn Rand.  It was a little surreal having one of the biggest stars in the world in our home, but the seriousness of the situation pushed most of that aside.  Staring at Todd and Flynn, I saw that Sandra was right.  The twins had Todd's eyes, and so did Flynn.
    Flynn looked at the girls like they were a dream.  Smiling at them he said, "I always wanted to have siblings."
    Just like that, the girls opened their hearts to their new brother.  They both hugged him, laughing at how tall he was.  Giggling, Dominique shook her head.  "You're just as tall as our other brothers.  No matter what we do, we're always going to be the shorties!"
    Delilah grabbed Todd's arm, pulling him further into the room as Dominique did the same for Flynn.  Then they proceeded to introduce them to each one of us.  I knew that it was overwhelming to be meeting so many new people under the circumstances, so I did my best to engage them both and make them feel comfortable.
    "Please, make yourself at home.  Would either of you care for anything to drink?"
    Both agreed that they'd like sodas, and I made my way to the kitchen to get drinks for everybody.  I stood at the counter for an extra minute as I swiped tears away.  I was so happy for my sisters-in-law that they had a chance to have a good relationship with their father.  I wished that was possible for my husband, that somehow it could turn out that Mike Hart wasn't his father. I wished that he could know the love of a parent, and it broke my heart that he never would.  My husband deserved so much better than the hand he was dealt.
    By the time I got back to the living room, most of the anxiety that had been in place before the Rand's had shown up had dissipated.  In its place was curiosity.  Todd had a million questions for the girls, wanting to know their interests, likes and dislikes.  I could see that the lost time was upsetting him, and I hoped that over time it would hurt him less.
    He asked Dante, Damien and Spencer a lot of questions about what the girls were like when they were infants and toddlers, and I silently gave him thanks for understanding how important it was to engage with them and give them their due as the primary caregivers from the time the girls had been born until Aunt Sandra came into the picture when they were ten.
    Ever the proud father figure, Dante produced a baby book that he, Damien and Spencer had made for the girls.  Everyone in the family but Brooke and I had seen it before, so they didn't have as much trouble with it as I did.  I struggled to hold in my emotion, and I could see that Brooke struggled too. 
    They'd taken one of those marble composition books and made a baby book of their own.  They'd put in pictures of the girls, listed their likes and dislikes, noted all of their firsts, put in little clippings of their hair and even the first tooth that each of them had lost was in there.  My husband was seven years old when his sisters were born, and Damien and Spencer had only been four.  How they'd managed to pull something so amazing off made me crazy emotional.  Looking at Todd and Flynn, I could see that they were stunned.
    After they'd finished looking at the baby book, Dante pulled out a few photo albums for Todd to look at.  There were two small photo albums covering birth to age ten, and then there was a photo explosion from when Sandra had taken over.  Todd laughed and cried as he looked at the pictures, and Flynn kept his arm slung around his father's shoulders for support.
    Hours went by as we all shared stories and got to know each other.  Todd was lovely, a totally upstanding man who fit right in.  Flynn was an absolute doll as well, absolutely