Marcus tried to drown himself in work the next several days but it was no use. To make matters worse he wasn’t sleeping well. All night long he lay awake trying to figure out which twin was his mystery woman.
When he did fall asleep his mind was filled with images of smiling and rambunctious kids all vying for his attention. Instead of Coda he was playing soccer with a pair of twin boys. Instead of coloring with Lyra he was reading to another adorable little girl. Instead of Aria teaching him French Savannah was schooling him in science.
In the morning he woke up more tired than when he went to bed. A strange longing settled in his chest along with the desire to make those images real but he had to be crazy to want to be a stepfather to so many. One, maybe, but four? How was he suppose
