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quickly slipped on my gladiator sandals, no t caring if it was cold out … not that I checked. Sweater, purse, and keys, and I was heading out the door.
    About halfway down the street, I remembered the lonely cup of coffee I’d doctored but left untouched. Luck is on my side today, I thought, my disappointment evaporating when I spotted the Starbucks on my right. Smiling, I flipped my blinker on and pulled up to the drive through. Hell, I even ordered two. Twins under the age of three, crazy early in the morning? I’m sure Elle needed the caffeine greatness even more than me.
     

Chapter Five
 
     
    “Auntie Why-en,” a high-pitched child squeal met me when the door opened. My smile grew, almost painfully, as a tiny brown-haired girl sprinted toward me, never slowing as she flung herself into my arms. Kallie’s eyes were bright, her face pink with excitement.
    My arms shot out, happily scooping her up and holding her tightly. I loved both of Elle’s daughters, but Kallie and I had a bond. I always joked and told my friend that there’d been some sort of mistake and she’d somehow given birth to a girl with my DNA. Putting her down, quickly remembering I’d been sick lately, I dutifully took her proffered hand and allowed her to lead me farther into the house.
    “ Heya, pretty girl,” I said, grinning wider when she giggled.
    “Daddy say you and momma do big girl stuff. I wanna go! Me big too!” the child said, her bottom lip jutting out as she pouted at me. Between her little baby slur and the look on her face, she was almost too freaking adorable to see and I had to school my face not to smile. She was awfully serious.
    “You are big … How about if you say it’s okay, your mommy and I will go this time. But,” I said, holding up a hand to stop her before she could protest. “Next time, just you and me will have a girls’ day?” I hated the frown that was still pinching her lips down. Good thing I wasn’t her momma … That girl would be spoiled with a capital “S.”
    “Hmm,” she pondered, scrunching her tiny features as she chewed the idea over. “Oh kayyyyy, Auntie Why-en, but just Kawwie!”
    “Yep, just you, angel.”
    Hugging my leg, she bounded away, her voice carrying through the hall as she went. “Maceyyyyyy! Auntie Why-en gon’ take me for a girls’ day, and not you!”
    Oh boy. What did I do? Surely that was going to cause a fight, or tears at the very least. Sure enough, high -pitched bickering commenced and filtered toward me until Macey appeared, holding her blanket tight to her chest. Oh no. Her eyes were filling with tears. I am in so much trouble …from a two-year-old.
    “Oh, Macey!” I exclaimed, mentally cursing my stupidity. I knew better than to promise something for one and not the other one. I hadn’t been thinking. I blamed the Nyquil shots from last night – yeah, that was it. Hangover. “Don’t cry, little one.”
    “Aunt Ry-Ry … do you not like me? Kallie said you didn’t … dat’s why I can’t come too.”
    Whelp, my heart just officially broke. Stupid, stupid Ryen. I couldn’t help myself, I moved forward and pulled the tiny hurt girl tight against me. I could have slapped myself right about now. I almost wished she’d do it for me.
    “No! Silly , silly girl! I love you both the same,” I soothed, my hand running through her short blonde curls. While she and Kallie were technically identical twins, to me, they looked nothing alike. Sure they had similarities and features equally taken from each parent, but that was about it. Macey had inherited her mom’s hair color with Nick’s curls. Kallie, on the other hand, had hair as dark as mine, like Nick – despite my genetic claims on her – with Elle’s naturally perfect, straight locks. Both girls had hazel eyes, their only true identical trait. They were so much more than the color described though; a true mixture of brown and blue, I was constantly jealous. Throw in the longest eyelashes ever