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“I’ve got her handled, Dani,” he says making me grin at her little huff.
“Handle me my…”
“Before this goes sideways,” I state, letting out a laugh when Oliver gives her a hard look at the same time. “You also might want to say thank you because Jeremy did cover for you with Chef Tyler, so if you want to keep your job, you better play nice.”
“How’s that?” Gabi asks, a little smile sliding onto her lips when Oliver lifts her onto his lap, wrapping her up against him, and I know it’s exactly what she needs.
“Jeremy told him that you brought me along with you and he was more interested in getting to know me than in being angry with you, but you went to tell my boss he was going to steal me away for a bit, and Oliver happened to want to do the same with you. You don’t even have to come up with an excuse for why you’re not there right now,” I remind her. “So, are you going toplay nice and come join me to get married this weekend or are you going to be a brat about it?”
“You do know that he dates…”
“I don’t,” Jeremy says, stopping Gabi and Oliver’s arms wrap tighter around her when she lets out another little huff. “Those women were clients that I’m representing in their divorces. They aren’t allowed in my home where I work from ninety percent of the time, and I hate going into the office even for scheduled meetings because other women try to arrange run-ins to get me to either agree to represent them or to attempt to get my attention. I’ve wanted none of it and that’s what you’ve seen. Daniela is mine, and I won’t let her go, or hurt her.”
“We were undergrads together, he went to law school, I finished my MBA, then started my company with an investment from Jeremy. He’s solid, Gabi,” Oliver adds, calming her entirely.
“Alright, and if you’re asking, well…Vegas could be an awesome place for a bachelorette party,” Gabi states, grinning fully and I have to laugh when both men let out growls.
It only grows when they both state, “Bahamas it is,” together.
“And so I know you’re not out causing trouble, we should probably plan for two instead of just one,” Oliver states, holding up a box to Gabi, shocking her silent, and I laugh, seeing the red stone glittering in it.
“Bye, I’ll call you tomorrow when you’re less busy,” I tease as Gabi attacks him with a kiss, ending the call before Jeremy wraps me up tight against him, happier than ever.
Epilogue
Jeremy
Ipress a kiss to Daniela’s forehead, running a cool cloth over the rest of her face as she breathes out hard. She’s still the most breathtaking thing I’ve ever seen, even with her belly huge, her feet and ankles swollen, making her miserable.
It’s been eight years since I found her. Eight years to the day, and I can’t help but smile knowing we’re having our baby today. Daniela grumbled from the moment the doctor told her the suspected due date was March third. Insisting that the baby was bound to come early, which meant our anniversary plans would be out the window.
I teased her, telling her a new baby was bound to be better than takeout, even from Chef Tyler’s premiere restaurant. She just glared at me, telling me this was my fault for not getting snipped as I told her I would after her last pregnancy.
Granted that was right after we learnt it was twins—again.
Now, she’s just as excited to welcome these new babies as I was when she told me she was pregnant. Even if I did have to get the snip to assure her we wouldn’t end up with yet another set of twins.
I can’t blame my wife though. Not when this is our fifth set of twins. Even our doctor was just as shocked when every timeit ended up being twins. Even more so when they all ended up being identical twins.
After our third set, we had the boys tested, and all three sets turned out to be as identical in DNA as they were in just looks. Our fourth set of boys weren’t any different, so it’s not something we could control, and damn do I love my boys. There’s plenty of money and room at the house to raise all of them, even if we add in two more boys today.
The last four times we knew they were boys, this time, Daniela said she didn’t want to know. I think it’s hard on her, seeing Gabi with her two girls and not being able to do the same things they were, even if they did include Daniela with them. Spending the day playing dress up or tea parties with the girls is vastly different than the ruckus our boys get up to, and tea parties would only result in mud being dragged into the house.
Daniela is incredible with the boys. She quit working for Oliver once she was pregnant, and shortly after I stopped representing clients in divorces. Now, I handle things for Oliver when he needs something legal reviewed, otherwise, I spend my time with my family, letting the law firm that was once my father’s and became mine after he died when I was thirty, go along pretty much without me. I deal with things there only when necessary. Much preferring to be a hands-on dad than to be one that only cared about billable hours like mine.
My girl doesn’t miss working at all and even watches the girls for Gabi when she’s at Tyler’s original restaurant, managing it. They’re now seven and five, almost six, both in school, just like our eldest four are, so it’s only on school holidays that she gets them. Our third set of twins will be going to a preschool in September, turning five in October, so Daniela will only have the babies that are coming today, and our boys who will be three soon at home daily.
I honestly don’t know how we didn’t end up pregnant before now, timing and exhaustion I suppose. Or perhaps just luck on my side since I forgot to mention that I never actually went through with the procedure just the initial appointment to discuss it.
“I hate you right now,” Daniela mutters to me, and all I can do is smile in return.
“I love you, so much, sweetness. You are so beautiful right now, and soon, we’ll have two more babies you get to love and adore,” I remind her, holding her hand through the rest of the contraction.
They ramp up even more, and I don’t mind the tight grip she has on my fingers as she pushes, bringing our first new baby into the world. They lay it on her chest, wiping it down, but before Daniela can do much more than kiss it’s tiny little head, she lets out a moan, gripping the bedrail tighter.
“Looks like these two don’t want to be separated any,” Dr. Pritchard says, and a nurse takes our baby over to be weighed and do the newborn tests. Daniela’s insistent on doing everything here in the room with us unless there’s an absolute need to take them to the NICU. Thankfully, none of the others ever needed it, none of them have come earlier than four to five weeks before their due dates. These two are actually late considering Daniela’s due date is only two and a half weeks away.
Within eight minutes, our second baby is here, crying up a storm as they lay it on Daniela’s chest. The smile on her lips says it all, tells me why I hesitated to have a vasectomy before now, and it just grows when the nurses bring both babies back over to us.
