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raising kids in LA is a no go . . . a bad parental decision. Of course, my parents are on board with anything where the quads are concerned.
    I’m back in our duplex. Instead of having the same arrangement as before, Cody and Roxy now occupy the west wing while Brian and I take the east. Since Brian has been gone a while, Roxy and Cody keep me company. According to Cody, he’ll die of starvation if he leaves it up to Roxy to cook, which his loving wife vehemently denies.
    “I’m home, darlin’!” Roxy’s upbeat voice helps my down and out mood.
    “In the kitchen.”
    “Whatcha cookin’?”
    “Salmon braised in white wine with Brussels sprouts.”
    The front door slams shut, signaling Cody’s arrival. I sigh internally, happy that ‘my kids’ are home.
    “What the hell smells like ass?”
    Roxy and I start laughing, because Brussel sprouts do smell like fart. Cody comes in holding his nose while he opens the sliding glass door.
    “How can you guys stand it? This smell is a contender against Trevor’s stinky ass!”
    “Love, after dinner, we’re going to do the you-know-what,” Roxy says, wiggling her brows.
    She pulls four different pregnancy test from her purse. I’m hoping she’s pregnant. They’ve been trying since their wedding, and while my heart hopes for her, I can’t help but feel jealous, wishing I would be too. I quickly brush that thought out of my mind, because it’s not the right time—for Brian. I’ve accepted that decision to wait for him, but at times I wished—oh how I wish—I didn’t take the left turn when I reached that crossroad.
    A sad smile stretches my lips when I remember a conversion with my dad. Our conversations aren’t just food for my soul, they always serve as a compass for me when I’m lost—especially when my heart is lost.
    “Life is full of forks in the road, sweetheart. There’s no escaping them. Sometimes, they’re easy choices, other times, they’re so hard you want to stay stuck standing in the middle of that road, kicking and screaming. But, you simply can’t. You can stay standing there weighing things out, and that’s fine, but you can’t do that for long; otherwise, your life becomes stagnant—heavy. Just make sure you can stand by your decisions without blaming yourself or anyone.”
    “I don’t like choices.”
    He counters quickly, “No one does. But, everyone makes them on a daily basis.”
    I start plating our dinner, concentrating on what I’m doing instead of what I’m thinking. As soon as I put the salmon in my mouth, the taste hits me. I run to the kitchen sink and spit out everything, and then some. Roxy’s quick to stand by me, running her hands on my back while Cody hands me a glass of cold water. Wiping my mouth with my hand, Roxy eyes me warily. I know she’s putting two and two together since I was complaining of nausea and fatigue last week.
    I put my hand up to silence her, or rather stop her from jumping to conclusions. “Please, don’t even say it.”
    “It has to be, T. You’ve been complaining about nausea, fatigue, and now this. It adds up! One plus one equals two . . . and two times two is four . . . twelve divided by six is two. I’m not even Asian, and I know that!” She points at the sink and makes a face as if she’s about to throw up.
    Shaking my head at her, she literally drags me to the bathroom armed with the pregnancy test boxes. A smile slowly creeps around the corner of my mouth when the idea of being a mother takes root. My brain doesn’t even try to squash the thought, knowing Brian is on a different baby making page.
    “So, I pee, then you go. I’m super excited!” Roxy is practically bouncing like a bunny hyped up on drugs, or a hyperactive Chihuahua.
    A few minutes later, we have her two sticks on the left, and mine on the right. While we stand waiting for the final verdict, Cody’s persistent questioning is about to drive us both mad.
    “Love, is there a bun in the oven?”
    “Cody,