change a diaper,” she huffed as she stepped into the room with a sweet roll of her eyes.
“Yeah, but I’ve only got two hands. I’m outnumbered already,” I said with a smile as I passed her the squirming little boy in my arms.
“Hi, Collin. Mama’s here,” she cooed at our son.
His toothy smile pulled at every heartstring I had, and seeing his chubby little body in her arms affirmed that every day of my life had been leading up to this one with her.
“’Kay, let’s tackle that diaper, buddy.” I turned back to Cam, the other little man waiting patiently on me.
His ruddy red cheeks lifted before he babbled a string of words only he and his brother could understand.
Twins.
Boy, had my life turned a complete one-eighty with that news. I’d married Chrissy just four months after proposing, and we’d welcomed our sons less than a year after that. Cam and Collin were a blessing though. The sleepless nights and constant feedings were well worth the joy on Chrissy’s face every time one of them smiled. She’d let me name them after football players as long as I promised to let her name our future daughter after a famous ballet dancer. I’d agreed instantly. As soon as those boys entered the world, I’d realized Chrissy was born to be a mother. She was sweet and patient and nurturing. Our babies were just another gift we’d given each other.
“Momma and Daddy have a date tonight, so you boys better behave for Grandma.” She nuzzled Collin’s neck.
A smile split my lips. Grandma had gotten her grandbabies all right. Two-fold.
“You shoulda saved the messy stuff for Grandma, Cam, what were you thinking?” I teased the little boy.
Chrissy shook her head. “Your poor mom. I don’t know how she made it through with you.”
“Maybe you should ask her for advice. I’ve got a feeling we’re going to be in plenty of trouble in another ten years with these two.” I fastened the diaper and snapped the onesie between his squirming legs.
“I don’t even want to think about it.” She laughed then set Collin on the floor.
He picked up and gnawed on a rubber ducky.
“Well, with any luck, they’ll be little football players. What do you think, Cam—tight end?” I lifted my boy into the air and gave him a tickle. His righteous laugh was like music to my ears.
“Two football stars?” She wrapped an arm around my waist. “Looks like I’ll be spending even more time at the field.” She placed a kiss at the crook of my neck and sent a shiver of glee racing through me.
I couldn’t wait for Grandma to get here to take the little guys. They were cute, but I needed time with my woman. Raising six-month-olds didn’t leave a lot of couple time, though thankfully Grandma took them at every opportunity.
A knock sounded at the door, and I heard my mother’s thick accent calling through the house. “Where’re my boys? Come to Grandma!”
She turned the corner, and Collin’s face lit up in a cheeky grin.
Without even acknowledging Chrissy or me, Momma bent to the floor and cooed to her grandson. “Can you crawl to Grandma? Let me see.” She held her hands out, and my son’s eyebrows went up.
“It’s a little early for that, Momma,” I said, cradling Cam.
“Nonsense. You teach them early, they go far.” She grinned then stood, holding out her arms to reach for my other boy.
I passed him over, my heart full with an outpouring of love from seeing her so happy with my sons.
Chrissy, the boys, my family, they were my entire world.
“Now let’s skedaddle.” Momma bent and lifted my other son in her generous embrace, holding them securely on each hip. “We’ve got a lot to do at Grandma’s house, and maybe your momma and daddy can work on getting you some sisters, yeah?” She winked at me.
Chrissy burst into a fit of laughter.
“He’s going to have to get a few more diapers under his belt before I sign up for
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