Ninety three

EVE'S POV

Four Years Later

"Mummy!"

"Daddy!"

"Mummy!"

"Daddy!"

As the two toddlers rushed through the room trying to outdo each other with the screaming, I turned away from my laptop and got ready to receive the three-year-old boy who came barreling into my arms.

On the other side of the room, Morgan put away the tray of vegetables he was carrying outside to the barbecue just before our daughter barreled into him and wrapped a tiny arm around his legs, the other pointed accusingly towards her brother.

"Daddy, Oliver is being mean to me again!"

Morgan reached down and scooped her into his arms. "Is he? What did he do this time, Sandra?"

Now secure in my arms, Oliver turned to glare at his twin sister. "It was my turn. You never let me have my turn!"

"But then you called me ugly!"

"Did you call your sister ugly, Oliver?" I asked.

He looked at me, blinked, and then shook his head dramatically. "I didn't."

"You did!" his sister claimed. And then she started crying.

Oliver stared at her f