David
I adjusted my grip on the helium balloons—one shaped like Spider-Man, the other Elsa—while trying to keep Adrian from chewing on the strings. Alexandra clung to my leg, her little fingers sticky from the lollipop I had reluctantly bribed her with. We were at the airport, waiting for Laura’s flight to land.
The twins had insisted on picking the balloons themselves, and I wasn’t about to deny them the joy of welcoming their mom back in style. Though, in hindsight, managing two toddlers at a crowded airport while holding oversized balloons might not have been my brightest idea.
Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed two young women sitting nearby, giggling as they blatantly stared at me. I muttered under my breath, “What kind of fantasy are they indulging in? A middle-aged guy, two t
