The Bride Fonseca Needs(32)

But he was no playboy. He was a lover and a husband. And now a father. Of twins.

They'd realised that Darcy must have had twins somewhere in her family  line too when they'd been informed of the news by their consultant early  on in the pregnancy. Much to their stunned shock.

Max was looking at his son and daughter as if they were the most prized  jewels in the world. Awed. Domino and Daisy-named after Max's Italian  grandfather and Darcy's English grandmother. They'd asked the  Montgomerys-who had become good friends-to be godparents to a baby each,  and already the older couple had proved to be far more dedicated than  real grandparents.

Max said now to his son, whose eyes were shut tight, 'Dom, just because  you came first it doesn't mean anything. In fact...' He looked at his  daughter, whose eyes were open wide, and said, sotto voce, 'We'll  pretend you came first, Daisy, hmm? That way he won't be able to get too  big for his boots...and your mamma has had a lot of drugs, so maybe we  can convince her of this too...?'

He looked up at Darcy then, and smiled goofily at being caught out.  Love made her chest swell so much she had to take a breath. She smiled  back and love stretched between them, binding them all together for  ever.