Ten years later.
Emma
This is the fifth time we’ve come here to this amusement park. The first time was because Aldrick claimed he promised Walter a wand and I went along with it, after that he said it was for the kids but my mate squealing down an alley heading for the wand shop dragging our oldest child tells me that was a lie.
I look down at the twins fighting for the hundredth time today and I sigh while rubbing my pregnant belly. Aldrick said “just one more” but I’m pregnant with our fourth. Our twins couldn’t be more different from each other. At two years our daughter, Farren, is cool as a cucumber, serious, kind, diplomatic and honest. She’s also a dominant, putting her in position for potentially taking on the future Gamma role. Her twin brother, on the other hand is the comp
