Page 58 of Doctor's Surprise Twins

She grins and spins in a circle. “Look at my dress,” she says as it fans out around her.

I laugh.

“That’s why we had to buy the pretty ruffled underwear covers,” Ally says, walking into the room with Kori.

She’s wearing the same dress and hair bow, but she’s nowhere near as happy. Kate loves everything girly and often plays dress-up to pretend she’s a princess. Kori’s not into it as much. She doesn’t care what she wears as long as it’s comfortable, and judging by her frown, the dress isn’t comfortable.

“What’s the matter, Peanut?”

She pulls her hand away from Ally and crosses her arms. “This dress is stuffy and itchy.”

“Is not!” Kate argues, still spinning.

“Is so!” Kori yells back, stomping her foot.

Kate gets dizzy and bumps into the corner of the bookshelf. It’s not hard, but it’s enough to knock her over and cause a few decor items to fall.

“That’s why you’re not supposed to spin like that, remember?” Ally says, moving over to help Kate stand. “Are you okay?”

Kate, while girly, is also a nutball. She just grins and nods. “I do it again!”

“No! No more,” Ally says, straightening her dress and fixing her hair.

I glance over at Kori to find her stripping off her dress. I start to chuckle, drawing Ally’s attention.

“Kori, no!”

Kori runs from the room.

Ally looks a little overwhelmed, so I stand. “You take Kate and head out to the car. I’ll get Kori and meet you there in a few.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure.” I lean in and kiss my wife. “See you soon, Princess.” I turn from the room, walking down the hallway to the room that used to be my office but is now Kori’s room. I scan the room, and she’s nowhere to be found, but her dad knows where she likes to hide. I move toward the closet and open the double doors. “I wonder where my little peanut went,” I say as I walk toward the back. “I know she has to be in here somewhere.” I bend down and reach through the hanging clothes, pushing them in opposite directions. “Got ya,” I say, grabbing her ankle and tickling her bare foot.

She giggles and kicks and tries to wiggle away, but I pull her out by her ankle. “What’s your deal? You’ve been looking forward to this all week. Why you putting up a fight now?”

She sits up, putting her back against the wall. She crosses her arms over her chest and frowns. “I don’t wanna wear that dress. It’s yucky!”

“Okay; that’s all you had to say. You know I won’t make you wear that dress. Let’s find you something more comfortable. Shall we?” I offer my hand.

She lets out a breath but slaps her hand into mine, and I help her to her feet. “You don’t have to wear a dress, but you do have to dress nice.”

Her upper lip curls.

I chuckle. “I know. Daddy isn’t happy about it, either, but if I have to dress like this, so do you.” I pull out a pair of black leggings and I find a top to go with them. I find a dress or a long top—I’m not sure which—but it’s white, so she’ll still coordinate with her sister. “How about this?”

She shrugs.

“Let’s try it on and see how it feels.”

I help her get the pants on and then slip the dressy top over her head. It falls to her knees, so I’m assuming it’s a dress. But the fabric is sheer with a spandex layer behind it. It’s much softer than the fancy dress Ally put her in. “How’s that?”

She shrugs.

“I think you like it.”

She grins.

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