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Chapter Twenty Nine

Rodney

When I opened the front door, the smell of food welcomed me home. Danielle was cooking again.

“I’m home,” I called.

“Dad!” Tommy cried, running from the living room where I heard The Avengers playing. He was hooked on the movie, and he watched it again and again. Tommy couldn’t get enough of superhero movies.

“Hey, big man. How are you doing?”

I tickled Tommy until he squealed.

“Fine,” he said in between giggles.

“Where’s Danielle?”

“Cooking,” Tommy said. His eyes trailed back to the movie. When I nodded at him, he ran back to the television, and I walked through to the kitchen.

I hugged Danielle from behind where she was stirring a pot on the stove.

“You’re home earlier than expected,” Danielle said.

“I couldn’t stay away a moment longer.”

She turned her head, and I kissed her. Coming home to a family, to the smell of a home-cooked meal in the air, and a woman as stunning as Danielle was more happiness than I had dared hope for after I had lost Chrissy.

“I went to the gynecologist today,” Danielle said. “She did scans.”

All my attention was on her. She had said she’d wanted to do the first one alone so she could wrap her mind around it. I hadn’t understood it, but I’d respected it.

“And?”

She hesitated.

“What?” I asked. “What’s wrong?”

Her eyes slid away from me. I was suddenly nervous.

“Danielle, talk to me.” I couldn’t handle bad news, not after everything had been going so well. Too well, I thought for a moment. Something was bound to go wrong.

“There’s three,” she blurted out.

I blinked at her. “What?”

“We’re having triplets.”

I couldn’t believe it. I waited for her to tell me she was joking, but Danielle only stared at me with a nervous expression. God, three more kids. With a woman like Danielle, we would be an amazing family.

“Are you upset?” she asked.

I shook my head. “Not upset. Shocked, but never upset. Come here.”

Danielle came to me, and I wrapped my arms around her.

“I’m happy with three more.”

“You’re just saying that,” she mumbled into my chest.

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