…FOUR YEARS LATER
REMI
“Fifi, please slow down!” I called from the swing. Caysen held his bottle, drinking greedily in my arms. Callum and Cerys were on Fifi’s back, and Grayson chased after them as she swooped around the lawn. “Stay away from the pool; they can’t swim well!”
“Okay!” she called. The kids were shrieking in laughter at the whole thing. Fifi called it ‘little copy training,’ insisting all three of them looked the same. I was beginning to think she thought we all looked more or less the same.
Calder, Cullen, and Gentry were busy with something and had been locked in their offices all day. Caysen had taken a substantial nap earlier, allowing me to get caught up on work even before Pip returned from the doctor.
It took some time, but Fifi was much better with the kids now
