Epilogue
Five Years Later
“Ava!”
“Yes, ma’am?”
“Where are your brother and sister?”
“Out back with Xavier, playing catch.”
I’m exhausted and wondering what I did to have the luck of getting pregnant with not one set of twins, but two. Nia and Noll are two peas in a pod, and trying to separate them from their cousin Xavier is like taking away their favorite toy. Xavier is about to be six, and this time, Joey and I are pregnant at the same time. Only she’s going to be on child number three, with Lila about to be two, and I’m on child number four and five. I am done after this. Jackson laughs every time I say it, but I’m dead serious. My hips won’t be able to handle another birthing. I delivered the twins naturally, and surprisingly, I was able to carry them until I was seven and a half
