I grin wide when I see my dad in his three-piece suit, sitting on the porch swing with Gus-Gus, one of our newer elderly and toothless employees. The two of them are the polar opposites of each other, and yet they’re rooted in conversation. It makes my heart swell with glee, seeing all of the people that I love here to celebrate our two little miracles.
I catch London glance at my hand, which is absentmindedly rubbing my large belly, and my heart hurts for my sister. She just finished her third round of in vitro fertilization with no luck. It’s not fair how I can get pregnant so easily, and she can’t.
“I’m sorry,” I tell her.
She angles her head, and the sides of her lips tilt up. “Don’t be.” She places a hand on my arm. “I am so happy for you and Wyatt. I’m okay.” Her stare finds her h
