Book 7: We Have a Plan

Rose

Having Kelly and Shelby with me while I feed the babies is so wonderful. It’s so hard for me to believe that just a few days ago, Kelly was missing–and so were my babies. I’ve been kidnapped myself, and I know how awful it is. I hate that anyone else has had to go through that. I thank the Moon Goddess several times a day that we are all safe and together again now.

“Which baby do you think looks the most like his or her daddy?” Shelby asks. She is holding baby Matthew, cooing at him while I hold both girls. While both of the women in the room are aunties to all four of my children, Kelly can hardly let go of her actual nephew, Ethan, whom she is holding now.

“Well, I’m super upset that I didn’t get to see the red curls on this one,” she begins, speaking in a baby voice as if Ethan can understand her. He is cooing, so maybe he can–to a point. “But I still think he has his daddy’s nose.”

“He does,” I agree, smiling over at them. “Tricia d