Quirin
Two Years Later
I sigh with happiness, or actually, Raif sighs with happiness as we lay on the back patio with our four daughters. Just as Kennedy had hoped, there was one set of twins that looked like me and one that looked like her. We’d named them accordingly with the ones who looked like me being named Quinlee and Quilla and the twins who look like my beautiful mate named Kaylee and Kendra. What we didn’t know is how deceptive looks can be. The daughters who carry my looks are sweet and gentle like their mother. The ones who look like Kennedy have my little hellion personality.
Currently, all four of them are surrounding Raif in one way or another. I’ve decided that Kendra, who was the one with the cord around her neck, was Kennedy’s little rib-kicker while she was in utero.
