Page 53 of The Guardian
Hope placed her hands onto her small hips and scolded him, “You have never heard of that?”
He slowly shook his head. “No, it is confusing.”
“I know kid,” I spoke up. “Girls are confusing. Right?”
Alex nodded and looked grateful that someone understood his dilemma. “They are happy then they cry? It is like when they are mad and then they smile at you? Right before they yell.”
Micheal and Rain both nodded their heads in total agreement as they tried to keep their amusement from showing.
Maya laughed. “I know that, Alex. Remember when we read about the princess and the pea?”
He nodded. “Is that what it is?” he asked. “She could feel it when they placed a pea under a stack of mattresses. Then you told us that boys do not notice such small things.”
“Yeah, we can sleep on rocks and not care,” I joked.
“Speak for yourself, brother. I like a large, soft bed myself.” Michel grinned.
Alex nodded. “Me too. But I thought I was going to be stuck in my bed as I sunk down into it. I almost called for help. Wow.”
We all laughed.
“I am glad you are both happy here,” Mya told them.
“As long as you don’t leave,” Hope said as she nodded at her.
Maya paused then she reached over to take Alex’s hand and Hope’s into hers. “I will be gone for a short while.”
The twins looked upset to hear this.
“But I promise to come back,” Maya added.
“Why do you have to leave?” Hope asked.
“I have to…” She paused and looked up at me.
I wondered if she wanted them to know or if we did tell them some of it would they worry too much? I cleared my throat to get their attention
The kids looked over at me.
“She needs to help me with something,” I told them. “I promise to bring her back, ok?”
They both paused to allow this to sink in. They nodded at me and hugged Maya again.
“There you are!”
We looked over at the kitchen entry.
A beautiful woman with long brown hair and hazel eyes stood there smiling. She held an infant in her arms.
Michael stood from his chair and hurried over to her. He leaned in and kissed the woman on the cheek. “Thank you, babe. I wanted him to meet my lil angel.” He walked back over to me and lowered the bundle of baby into my arms. “Uncle Henry meet Gemma Jones.”
I went totally still. I’d never held a baby before. I felt fearful suddenly that I might drop her or something.
Michael seemed to notice my nervousness and he laughed. “It’ll be okay, big brother. She is six months old now, so she isn’t as fragile as she was as a newborn. Man was I nervous while holding her then.”
“So Gemma?” I asked him. “A great name. Gemma Jones.”
“And this is my Sia,” Michael introduced his wife.
