Chapter 64

“Thank you, darling.”

“You’re welcome, heart.”

The smiles they shared were so filled with love it made Parrish’s heart hurt. Would Ransom ever look at him that way? “That was really good, Philip. Thank you.”

“Glad you enjoyed—” One of the babies began to fuss, which started off the other one. “Looks like this pair are hungry, too.

Felicia had left the room as soon as the first baby whimpered.

“Give me a hand, Parrish?” Philip picked up his son and prepared to change his diaper.

Parrish was familiar with handling babies because of the Pitneys—as well as teens who hadn’t aged out of the system, they took in infants who were born to moms who had substance abuse problems. Dealing with a baby who hadn’t been born addicted would be a snap in comparison. He picked up Clio, nuzzled her tummy, and got busy.

Each twin was diapered and dry and sucking on a fist by the time Felicia returned with their bottles.