Storm
When I woke, I was still curled up in Doyle’s arms.
For a moment, I simply lay there with my eyes closed, enjoying the warmth of his body and the peacefulness of the room.
Then I heard voices.
I slowly opened my eyes.
The girls were gathered around the crib, talking quietly with Doyle.
I blinked.
They were actually being quiet.
All three of them.
That alone was almost enough to convince me I was still dreaming.
I loved those girls more than anything, but quiet wasn’t exactly their strong suit.
“So, what’s his name?” Julie asked, peering into the crib.
Doyle smiled proudly.
“This little lad is Dalton Connor Doyle.”
Julie immediately grinned.
“Can we hold him?”
She looked toward me.
I nodded, and within seconds, Leah carefully lifted Dalton from the crib.
The girls ga
