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We both laugh. Trevor has not missed one opportunity over the past nine months to drop into conversation that his sister is having his babies. He basks in the shocked looks he receives.

Yes, babies. Two of my Trevor-fertilized eggs worked, and Reagan has been carrying our twins. We refused to find out the sex of either though.

“I can’t fucking believe there are two monsters clawing their way out of me right now.”

Trevor rolls his eyes. “You knew I had a twin brother. That shit is genetic. You also knew how many eggs were being implanted. Why are you still in shock over this?”

“I swear to God, Trevor, I will fucking kill you for this. If I’m ever able to have sex again after this, you owe me like a thousand hot guys.”

“Done.”

“With big dicks.”

“Fine.”

“Who know how to use them.”

“Agreed.”

The nurses look at the two of them like they are crazy. They are crazy, but they’re mine, and I love them.

She turns to me. “I want a big pushing present.”

“Already done.”

She looks at me in surprise.

I smile. “You’ll see.” I bought the building her business is in for her. Daulton Holdings has still been sniffing around, and I didn’t want them to get the upper hand. The deed is already in Reagan’s name.

Eighteen painful hours later, our twins are born. A boy and a girl.

I’m at a loss for words. I never thought this day would happen. I can’t believe how quickly I fall in love with them.

They both have full heads of dark hair. My daughter’s blue eyes are lighter than my son’s. Perhaps they’ll be like mine.

Yes, I just said daughter and son. I actually have a daughter and a son. I’m struggling to believe it.

The nurse asks if we’ve named them. I smile at Trevor. “Yes, Brandon and Brenda.”

He rolls his eyes. “We arenotnaming them after some cheesy nineties television show.”

“Ugh. I should have married a man my own age. He’d understand.”

He deadpans. “You haven’t married anyone. You still won’t set a wedding date.”

“I said I wanted to wait for the kids to be born. As soon as Reagan is up and moving, we can get married.”

His eyes light up. “We can?”

I nod. “Yes. Now back to the names. Please. I’ve always wanted twins named Brandon and Brenda.”

“I’ve never even seen the show.”

I gasp in horror. “How can that be? Beverly Hills 90210 is the best show ever created.”

“Because I wasn’t born yet.”

I narrow my eyes at him. “That’s a low blow, Secretariat.”

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