A few years ago, I would have laughed if my future self told me I’d meet Kenzie again, fall in love with her, get married and have two beautiful twins. It felt too much like a dream, and if it was, I never wanted to wake up.
Lucas and Eden had scared Kenzie and I a lot. The doctor assumed Lucas would end up defected, and since Eden was his twin, they didn’t have much hope for her, either. The news broke Kenzie and took a huge toll on her. We were both terrified for our kids. Kenzie didn’t want to give up, and of course I didn’t, either. We weren’t going to lose our kids just because there was a chance they wouldn’t be ‘normal’.
During the third month of pregnancy, Willow and Leo got married. The newlyweds were thrilled. It was a blast. I, of course, took my revenge on Leo for embarrassing me during my wedding. I went a little overboard. Still, we had fun.
When the twins were born, they were in perfect health. They weren’t defected. The relief Kenzie and I felt at that moment was indescribable. I admit, I cried. A lot. My father came to visit as well, bringing gifts for the babies and Kenzie. The meeting was awkward, but it was okay. I forgave him, but we weren’t father and son like we were supposed to be. It was too late for that.
Kenzie and I were happy. We still are. Things are going extremely smoothly. Kenzie’s extremely close to reaching her dreams. Me? Well, ironically, Archie, my cousin, ended up choosing me as the Vice President of the McArthur company.
Anyway, life was great. It was perfect. And really, I wouldn’t have wanted it either way.