Page 357 of The Winslow Brothers

I turn back to face Rachel, question on my face. “Rach?”

“I don’t think I should… Ty, I think you should just go in yourself. You and your family. This is a personal moment.”

I shake my head, trying to focus on what she’s saying but just as eager to get into the room and see Daisy. “Come on, Rach, it’s fine. I promise. I want you in there.”

The truth is, I’m not sure I could let go of her hand if I tried.

I didn’t get it at all—the marriage and the babies and the little white picket fence that’s seemed to fascinate my brothers as of late. But hearing the news that all might not be well with the babies and Daisy and putting myself in Flynn’s shoes shook me.

I know Flynn before Daisy, and I know him after Daisy. And now that he’s with her, I can’t picture them apart. She’s the voice he never used and brings smiles to his face that were never there.

He’s not terrified of having twins—he’s thrilled. And the thought of something tainting that joy was almost too much to bear.

I pull Rachel through the door, her resistance finally giving in as we pass over the threshold, and jockey us around to a front position in the crowd. No offense to Daisy’s friend Pam, but I’m not going to stand around in the back of the group. She can wait until the family’s done.

Daisy’s friend and boss, Damien, and the closest thing she has to a mother, Gwen, squeeze to the front on the other side of the bed, and we all marvel down at the sweet babies lying in Daisy’s arms with googly eyes and glory.

And I’m certain Flynn’s smile, as he looks down at his wife and newborn sons, is bigger than all of ours combined.

“They’re absolutely perfect,” I say aloud, glancing over to Rachel and angling her closer so she can get a better view.

She hesitates again, but I pull her to my front and wrap my arms around her waist. I’m sure it’s overwhelming being in a room with this many people she doesn’t know, but I want her close. Iwanther here.

Which, honestly, is no bigger surprise to anyone else than it is to me. But I’ve had more fun with her in the last month and a half than I can remember having in the last ten fucking years.

She’s playful and strong and brilliant. And hell, sex with her is mind-blowing.

I watch her face as she looks at Daisy and the babies, and I tuck her body close to mine. “They’re fucking perfect, Dais,” I say, eliciting the wrath of my mother and the laughs of everyone else.

“Ty, for heaven’s sake! Can you at least watch your mouth around newborns?”

“I’m sorry, Ma, but I can’t,” I say with a twinkle in my eye and a laugh in my throat. “They’re too fucking cute.”

“Fucking adorable,” Jude chimes in, ever the shit-stirrer.

“Really fucking tiny,” Remy adds in unexpectedly, making everyone dissolve into uproarious laughter once more.

“Beautiful fucking babies,” even my baby sister Winnie continues.

“You’re all fucking grounded,” Mama Winslow finally announces, throwing her hands in the air and topping it all off.

“What are their names?” Lexi asks over our collective laughter, a subtle pulsing smile on her cute face. It takes a lot to light her upinside, but seeing her cousins this shortly after their arrival into the world has clearly done it.

“Ryder and Roman,” Daisy answers, her voice a melody as she looks down at them. Lexi’s smile stretches all the way to her eyes.

I’ve got to admit, I’m feeling the light too, Lexi.

I don’t know the last time I’ve felt like this—like I have everything I’ve ever wanted right in front of me.

But today, Ty Winslow is on top of the world.

Rachel

Thirty minutes later, we’re still in the room with Ty’s family, they’re still laughing, and he’s still got me tucked as tight to the front of his body as he can manage.

I’m both uncomfortable and too comfortable at the same time, and the combination of the two makes me feel like I could walk myself right on over to the psych floor and declare myself as crazy, only to have them agree, admit me, and put me under close watch for seventy-two hours.

I glance up for the third time in the last minute to find Remy’s eyes still on me, watching. I thought maybe he’d move on when I found a particularly interesting spot on the floor and the ceiling and the wall and then on Daisy’s forehead. I can’t believe how good she looks given what she’s been through, but I can only stare at a woman in admiration for so long when I’ve just met her without people starting to think I’m strange.

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