All the members are looking at Enrique running toward the main pack house with Priya in his arms. He’s repeatedly yelling, “we’re having boys, Twins.”
Priya is looking at him, laughing.
All the higher ranks and Secret Service agents are on the patio laughing at him.
When they reach the patio, he turns around and looks in the yard. “Twins, yes, sir. We're having boys.”
All the men on the patio are patting Enrique’s back and congratulating him.
Priya looks at Vania and Whitley. “I take it that I didn’t have anything to do with it.”
Whitley and Vania laugh.
Enrique kisses her forehead. “Oh, Piyu, I’m sorry. Yes, my love, you and I are 50/50, except for when it comes to taking our little ones to work. Our sons will be the first infants to run the United States. I'll be running
