Epilogue
Many, many months later…
There was something special about watching Bradley hold the babies when he didn’t know I did so.
Our children had arrived screaming into the world two weeks early by c-section.
One boy. One girl.
Our son was a minute older than his sister.
And both of them at only a few weeks old held their daddy wrapped around their tiny little fingers.
He sat, cradling one in each arm, in a chair by the window.
Each night he would take this time with them, no matter how busy his schedule became at work, talking to them about everything and nothing.
He continued to work a lot because it was his passion, but had definitely stepped back a little, making sure to make time for his family.
A family that, as of this morning, grew on paper when Annalina had officially
