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“What’s wrong?” asked Spencer anxiously.
“I... uhmm... I don’t think we’ll wait to go to the hospital. I’m pretty sure my water just broke.”
“Ohmygosh,” said Charlie. “I’ll be so mad if you beat me!”
“CAN YOU SEE, GRAM? Do you need a boost?” Anne bantered as they peered through the maternity ward window at the two babies in adjacent beds.
“I can see just fine. I guess I can die happy now, not that I intend to kick the bucket anytime soon.”
“I hope not, Gram. I’d hate to lose my matchmaking partner in crime.”
“Well, I hope
by now I’ve taught you well enough to continue without me when I’m gone.”
“I could never hope to live up to your master reputation, Gram. Plus, Steven made me swear I would stop.”
“Well, I certainly hope you had your fingers crossed. You never know when there might be another emergency. After all, we still need to find a woman for your father. And Spencer has three single sisters, doesn’t he?”
“Actually... I’ve been meaning to ask your advice about that. You see, his sister, Olivia’s been kind of in and out of a relationship—”
“Eh-hem!” Anne jumped as Steven cleared his throat behind them. “What exactly were you two discussing?”
“We were talking about my two great-great grandchildren, Austen Margaret Branson and Maxwell Steven Marshall.”
Distracted, Steven gazed through the glass. “Charlie did it. She managed to beat her sister by a whole three minutes.”
“I can’t believe Austen’s already got a headful of blond hair,” Anne commented. “That must be some pretty dominant blond hair since both Chloe and Jace have it, too. I thought for sure Charlie’s dark brown would win out.”
“I’m sure Josh will be reminding her about how his genes beat out her genes for the rest of their lives,” said Steven. “I’ve never seen a couple more competitive than those two.”
“Well, I was surprised at Maxwell’s curls,” said Gram. “Was Emily’s hair that curly when she was a baby?”
“No,” said Anne. “It was dark brown like that, but straight as a board until she was a teenager. And Spencer’s hair is pretty straight, but Olivia and Hannah have curly hair.”
“They’re so cute—both of them.” Steven’s pride beamed in his eyes. He elbowed Anne. “Doesn’t it make you want to have another one?”
“No! That’s not even funny.”
“Then why are you laughing?”
“I barely have the energy to handle the twins. I’m ready to spend some time being a grandmother with these two sweeties. It’ll be nice to send them home when they cry.”
“You can tell they’re going to be heartbreakers. I was noticing Max has been making eyes at that little girl next to him.” Gram laughed. “Maybe we should see if we can get her bed moved closer to his.”
“You know, Gram,” Steven said. “You’re such a schemer, I almost believe you’re serious. I’m hoping you’ve finally given up on your plotting and planning. Haven’t both of you done enough of that?”
“Give up plotting and planning?” Gram gave Anne a conspiratorial wink. “Never!”
