His-And-Hers Twins

“You know I’ll be glad to keep the twins if you want to go out sometime, son. There’s a couple of attractive single women in my church, women who like to stay home—”

“I’m not interested, Mom.”

“You’re not still pining for that awful woman, Renee, are you?”

“No.” Zeke gritted his teeth. “I don’t care if I ever see her again.”

“Good. I told you she wasn’t right for you. But I’ll help you find someone—”

“Mother, I don’t need you to help me—” he paused to rein in his temper “—except with the girls occasionally. Now get some rest. I’ll call you in a day or two.” He hung up the phone, uncertain how to handle his daughters’ disappointment.

“I’m not going to school!” August yanked off her shoes and tossed them into the corner. The shoes banged against the wall and bounced off with a loud thud.

“Me neither.” Summer poked out her bottom lip.

“Girls, listen,” Zeke said, feeling forlorn himself. “Grandma can’t help getting sick. I know you’re disappointed—”

“You don’t know anything!” August yelled. “You don’t have to go to school without a mommy, not even a subst…a pretend one!”

Zeke sank into the chair beside the phone and dropped his head, despair momentarily filling him. Maybe he didn’t know anything. He kept telling himself he was doing the best he could. But what if it’s not enough?

The doorbell rang, giving him a moment’s reprieve, and when he opened the door, Paige stood on the other side, Henrietta in hand.

Was she still upset about the night before?

Paige pointed to the ground where Henrietta lay sprawled on her belly. “Henrietta seems to like my place.”

Summer’s bellowing drowned out his reply. August ran over and flung herself at Paige, knocking her off balance.

“What’s wrong?” Paige’s brows crinkled in concern.

“We don’t wanna go to school,” August wailed.

“We can’t go today.” Summer sat up and rubbed her puffy, swollen eyes.

Paige patted August’s back. “Why can’t you go, sweetie?”

Zeke frowned, a headache forming behind his eyes. “They’re having this Mommy and Me Tea at school and my grandma was supposed to go—

“’Cept she’s sick,” August said, sniffling.

“She’s upchucking,” Summer cried.

He frowned at the girls. “You have to go to school, girls. Dad’s already late for work. You don’t want the sick animals to get sicker because I’m not there, do you?”

August hedged, chewing her lip. Summer sniffed and swiped at her nose with the sleeve of her dress.

“We could go to work with you,” August suggested.

Frustration welled up inside Zeke. “Girls, I can’t keep you there all day. I have surgery scheduled—”

August tightened her grip around Paige’s legs. Summer leaned over and whispered something in her sister’s ear. August nodded to her twin, then spoke up, her eyes wide. “Okay, we’ll go, Daddy, under one ’dition.”

“A condition?” Zeke ran a hand over his jaw. “I don’t believe this. I’m bargaining with my four-year-olds.”

“You want us to go to school?” August folded her arms as if preparing for battle.

Zeke nodded.

“Then Paige has to come to the tea with us.”

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