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“We’re happily zapped now that we can hear your voice. Don’t be so hard on yourself. You’re not even the worst player on the team. The rest of those guys could start pulling their weight too.”

“Spoken like a woman who loves me. It’s so good to hear your voice, darlin’.”

“It’s good to hear yours too.”

“I think we have a solid plan. I’m going to attempt to come see you soon. Daddy’s working on covering the flight logs and anything that could reveal where I’ve been.

“I can’t wait to see you. As soon as I know details I’ll fill you in. I can’t wait to see your face and hold you in my arms.”

“Me either. So what’s Kay having. Today was the day, right?”

“A girl. Uncle Cam will still teach her how to swing a bat. She can use it for other things.”

“You’re a great guy, Cam. If we have a little girl, I know she’s going to adore you.”

I snort. “That baby is a boy. He knows it, I know it, and you know it. He better not come out flashing nothing but a pair of balls.”

Maribel bursts into laughter on the other end of the line. It’s good to hear her laugh. I wish I had the visual to go with the sound. I could watch her gorgeous face for hours.

I love that her skin always seems to glow with a bronze hue. It’s like that light is beaming from within. I close my eyes and try to picture it now.

“Cam?” she yawns.

“Yeah, baby?”

“It’s a struggle to keep my eyes open. I should probably go to sleep. I’ll call you tomorrow, okay?”

“Get some sleep. I love you.”

“I love you too. Brush this one off, babe. There’s always the next one.”

“Sleep tight, gorgeous.”

I don’t tell her that if I keep going like this, there might not be a next one. I’m either going down to the triple-A or they’re going to place my ass on waivers. Either way, I can’t find it in me to care. I want to be with my family and I’m not going to be happy until I am.

“Goodnight, Cam.”

“Night, baby.”

CHAPTER 42

Twins

Maribel

Two months later …

“We will need to leave now to make the appointment. It is a thirty-minute ride with traffic. There is a fifty-one-percent chance of rain which could increase our travel time and cause a delay in our arrival,” Sim says as she enters the kitchen where I’m finishing a bowl of fruit.

I’m going in for an ultrasound today. Dr. Livingston wants me to come into his office instead of the home visits because of my size. I look like I swallowed a whale.

I’m six months pregnant but look more like twelve. I should have known this would happen. I mean, look at this kid’s father, nearly six-seven and built like a tractor. This kid is bound to rip my little kitty up.

“I’m ready,” I say as I place a hand over my huge belly.

“Let me carry your bag.”

She comes forward to take my oversized purse. I give her a smile, but she doesn’t return it. I’m not offended.