“Absolutely enchanting. They look like little jewels.”
“They’re gorgeous. You’re Aunt Eva will be so happy to know you two are finally here. You have a cousin to play with, too.”
Erik smiled, knowing he would be just as soft where his children were concerned as Adam was with little Adalynn. His brother, Ethan, would be a pushover as well, but Abraham was the wildcard. He was a complete marshmallow when it came to Stephanie, but he’d never really been around children.
The first meeting he’d had with little Adalynn had been downright comical. His larger brother had been downright terrified of the baby girl, thinking he would crush her because she appeared so fragile.
Stephanie had just shaken her head and settled Adalynn in his arms while the rest of the Wolfe brothers had watched as sweat beaded on his forehead. It was nice to know Abe was just as nervous as the rest of them.
Now, the question was: who would be next?
Epilogue
Christmas had arrived, and the Wolfe children were thriving. Adalynn was now six weeks old, while the twins had reached their one-month milestone.
Everyone took turns holding the babies, and it was obvious that these three would be spoiled beyond belief. The Christmas tree was a prime example of this. Regardless of the fact none of them could play with toys yet, beneath the dangling ornaments the floor was littered with toys and stuffed animals that had been unwrapped by the parents.
Ethan and Abraham both appeared to be more comfortable with the infants as they each held one in their arms while they napped.
Stephanie gave Sarah a wink before saying to Abraham, “It looks like you’re getting the hang of that.”
“Yeah. I’m still not comfortable with the strong pats on the back that you all give to make them belch, but I like holding them.” He paused before adding, “They smell nice.”
“All babies smell nice,” Stephanie laughed. “I’m really glad you like it.”
“What’s not to like? Well, except the diapers. Those do not agree with my heightened senses, but I will admit they don’t seem to like it either judging by the looks on their faces.”
“So you don’t mind changing diapers if you need to?” Sarah asked, playing along with Stephanie.
Abraham shifted in his seat, obviously wondering why he’d suddenly been targeted for questioning. “I could do it,” he cautiously answered. His big muscular frame made all of the babies seem even smaller when they were in his arms, but he was so gentle with them, you’d think they were made of the most delicate crystal.
Stephanie came to his side and sat down, leaning in close. “Do you notice anything different since you’ve been home?”
Abe had been on assignment overseas with a U.S. dignitary and only returned home that morning. Those five weeks had been long and grueling for Stephanie, but she hadn’t let on since he couldn’t feel their bond that strongly from the great distance between them.
He studied her for a moment, his eyes narrowing before he smiled. “You cut your hair some. I like it.”
He was right, she had, but that wasn’t what she’d meant. “Do I smell any different to you?”
“You always have a sweet scent, Steph. I’ve missed it these last weeks, and I plan to be wearing it before the night is over,” he growled, leaning closer to nuzzle her neck.
Stephanie blushed, and a few of the others chuckled, but Abraham froze. As he slowly pulled back, his face pale and hands shaking, he whispered for Adam to come and take the sleeping child from his arms.
“When?” Just one word, that’s all he uttered as he stared into Stephanie’s eyes.
“My guess? It probably happened the night before you left. I just started getting sick about a week ago.” She nervously chewed her bottom lip, and nobody could blame her. Abraham’s face was blank, no emotion showing at all. “Say something,” she begged.
“I’m going to be a father,” he whispered, his eyes