Page 107 of Totally Shipped
I get out of the van and walk across the road. My heart rate increases as the front door begins to open.
On the island, I had made a sort-of peace with never seeing my parents again, or my sister. Out of the doorway steps my dad. He doesn't say anything and for a moment.
It's so weirdly similar to arriving at Rex’s home. Rex’s dad opening the door and being cold. Am I going to get a handshake from my dad?
But then his face crumples.
“Oh, my Daisy. You made it home. Well done.”
He waits as I walk up the steps and then pulls me into his arms. I feel him pat me on the back several times. “Well done,” he says again. Maybe it’s an odd thing to say, but I guess Dad saw the island as a challenge to conquer. And this is the first time I’ve succeeded at anything in his eyes.
All of a sudden, my mom is there as well.
“She’s here?” Mom is wiping her hands on her apron, hovering around me and dad. I pull away slightly to make room for her, and then she is inside the hug, saying, “Oh, Daisy” over and over.
Then, “You’re so thin.”
“Let’s get you some food,” my dad says, pulling me towards the entrance hallway.
It’s like they haven’t even noticed I have four hulking men and a baby hanging out a few feet away.
“Err, I should do some introductions first,” I say, gesturing behind me.
“So should I,” says a new voice.
I look up and see my sister walking towards me. My eyes nearly fall out of my head. It’s Brooke…but it’s not. My sister, my identical twin sister, is twinning in a beyond-expected way.
I look between her and dad, and then look back to the guys.
My sister.
And in her arms?
A baby.
GRAY
“Meet the parents,” whispers Leander. “I can totally see the dad as Robert de Niro. I vote Killian as Greg Focker.”
The Jackson parents and Daisy murmur together, I can’t make out their individual voices, but hugging is going on.
Yeah, all kinds of emotions are flying around the place.
Maybe Angela does.
Us guys just hang out by the rental. Rex is jigging Thea up and down in his arms.
“Did you know Daisy’s dad is called Michael?” Leander asides into my ear. “He’s Michael Jackson. Think he can moonwalk?”
Sha-mon.
Another person steps out of the house, and there is Daisy’s twin.
I know they are identical, but somehow my brain didn’t imagine them to look so—alike. Dense, right?
They are incredibly alike, right down to the baby.
A baby?
