Page 22 of A Kind Wedding: Christian & Charleigh

CHAPTER8

Christian

After changing my clothes, I headed down to Shaun’s house. When I stepped through the sliding door, Stella and Sawyer were screaming as Shaun was holding them, pacing back and forth across the living room.

“Thank God.” He walked over and handed me Sawyer.

“What’s wrong with them?” I asked as I held Sawyer over my shoulder.

“I don’t know. They’ve been fed, burped, and changed. If I even think about putting them down, they scream. Last night was horrible. I maybe slept two hours between both of them getting up. I need my wife, Christian. It’s only been two days, but I need her home now!”

“No, you don’t. You got this. We got this. You run a multi-billion-dollar company, Shaun. Don’t forget that.” I walked around with Sawyer and rubbed his back.

I pulled my phone from my pocket and sent Conner a text.

“911. Shaun’s house.”

Within minutes, the sliding door opened, and Conner stepped inside.

“What’s going on over here?” he said as he walked over and took Stella from Shaun.

“They won’t stop crying,” Shaun spoke as he fell onto the couch.

“Did you feed them?” Conner asked.

“Of course, I fed them.” Shaun’s brows furrowed.

“Little Stella is acting like she’s still hungry. I don’t think you’re feeding her enough,” Conner said.

“I’m giving them exactly what Jenni said.”

“They’re growing fast, cousin. I think a couple of more ounces will soothe them.” Conner smiled as he walked to the kitchen.

“But Jenni said—”

“And Jenni isn’t here now, is she?” He pulled out two more bottles from the cabinet along with the formula.

After making a couple of ounces each, he handed me a bottle and then took Stella over to the couch to feed her. The second I put the bottle in Sawyer’s mouth, he quieted down and started drinking.

“See.” Conner grinned. “They were hangry. You know how we get when we don’t get enough food.”

After the twins sucked down the bottles, Conner and I put them in their swings and turned them on. Instantly, they fell asleep.

“Thanks, Conner,” Shaun said as he ran his hands through his hair.

“No problem, Dad.” Conner smiled.

I have a problem,” I spoke.

“What’s up, bro?” Conner’s brows furrowed.

“The wedding invitations came today, and when I opened them, the printing company Charleigh ordered from put the wrong names on them. We are now Jessica and Jarod.”

“What?” Shaun chuckled.

“Shit, bro. Not a big deal. Just call the company and have them fix it and put a rush on it. At their expense, of course.”

“That’s the problem. They’re closed until January 8th. Charleigh nearly had a panic attack when she Facetimed me and saw them. I told her I’d take care of it and not to worry.”

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