Page 236 of Twins for Three Bad Boys

I stood in the main room, looking at the space.

And I could see it.

Evan running through the hallway. June in the kitchen, probably barefoot, hair pulled back, flour on her hands from a creation she decided to try without warning. Fletcher out back working on something that didn’t need fixing. Rex leaning against the railing because he belonged there.

The twins.

A nursery.

Space for that.

Space for everything.

“It’ll work,” I said.

Fletcher nodded once.

Rex grinned. “Yeah. It will.”

We didn’t tell her. This was our big surprise for her, and we moved fast once it was settled.

Paperwork. Funds pooled together. Fletcher and I handling most of the structural work ourselves. Rex bringing in what we couldn’t do without extra hands.

Evenings turned into long nights.

Weekends disappeared completely.

And through all of it, we made sure June didn’t suspect anything more than us being “busy.”

She asked questions.

Of course she did.

Fletcher deflected.

Rex charmed.

I kept it simple.

“Got some things to take care of.”

She didn’t push.

That was her way.

Trust.

It made me more determined to get it right.

And now the time has arrived…

June’s in the kitchen when I come in, barefoot as I pictured, standing at the counter with a mug in her hands and that soft, half-awake look she gets before the day fully catches up with her.

“Morning,” she says, glancing over her shoulder.

“Morning.”

She watches me. “You look like you’re plotting something.”