Seven months ago, Shamrock—our president and my biological twin brother—went missing. Now, I'm standing beside his woman, holding her hand as she brings his three babies into the world. He should be here, and I should be out in the waiting room, making jokes about how they better name one of these babies after me.
My sister-in-law, Faylinn, is, without a doubt, the strongest woman I've ever met. For the last seven months, she's gone through this pregnancy, kept their house and bills up, worked a full-time job at the club's MMA studio, and gone out every night to drive around and look for my brother. I tried to talk her out of the last one, and she pretty much ripped my head off and s**t down my neck. Said that Shamrock looked for her for fifteen years, and what kind of wife would she
