Cinda looked at Gabe. He was sitting smiling at their two daughters, in the hospital cribs, so tiny and perfect, all wrapped up in their hospital blankets. They were barely two hours old, it was nearly 4 in the morning, they had come a little early. Though she had gone into labour yesterday, those little cheeky daughters of theirs had waited to arrive until this morning.
He was a father and today was Father’s Day, September 3. They were three weeks early. She’d actually gotten him a gift for Father’s Day, not that she had been able to give it to him, being here in the hospital since late evening, or would be able to until she got home. But he’d already told her this was the best gift she could give him. To become a father on Father’s Day, he did look happy to her.
He’d been at work when
