The Texas Valentine Twins

“What about the rest of it?” Adelaide asked.

“It would be advisable to proceed with the divorce only when the DNA results are back,” Gannon said.

Adelaide decided to give it one last try. “Are you sure it has to be divorce? Can’t we remedy this mistake—” and it had been a big one, the biggest of her life “—some other way? Maybe just invalidate the marriage on some technicality, or...I don’t know...” She was grasping at straws, and she knew it.

Wyatt grimaced. “I agree. I’d prefer to find another way to end this, too.”

“There isn’t one,” Gannon decreed.

“You’ve not only consummated the marriage, but had children during the term of the union, which has lasted nearly ten years,” Claire reminded sagely.

Gannon agreed. “Like it or not, divorce is the only way to dissolve your marriage.”

* * *

NO SOONER HAD Claire and Gannon left them to discuss their pending trip to the hospital lab than a wail sounded on the baby monitor. A second swiftly followed.

Adelaide looked at the alarmed expression on Wyatt’s face. Suddenly, she was in no hurry to have cheeks swabbed or blood drawn. At least with him standing right next to her. “I’ve got to feed the twins, so...” She waved him off. “If you want, you can go ahead to the hospital without us.”

He stood firm. “I prefer we all go together. Just get it done.”

It wasn’t as if they didn’t already know the results.

Irritated, she took the stairs quickly, as the cries quickly escalated to a fever pitch. “Well, some things won’t wait.”

He lagged behind at the foot of the stairs. “How long...?”

Adelaide threw the words over her shoulder. “If you want to make it fast, then give me a hand, cowboy.”

Never in a million years did she think he would take her up on the suggestion. By the time she bypassed the tiny master and reached the even tinier room with the twin cribs, the volume had been turned up nearly as loud as their little lungs could go.

Unable to bear to hear her children sobbing, Adelaide quickly picked up little Jake and snuggled him in one arm. His sobs subsiding, she walked over to Jenny’s crib and scooped her up, too. Hence, it was suddenly blissfully quiet, as she carried both to the changing stations set up side by side.

“You’re going to change both their diapers simultaneously?” Wyatt lingered in the doorway, the same cautious, awestruck expression he had on his face whenever he saw a new foal.

Except this wasn’t one of the cutting horses he bred on his ranch.

Adelaide shrugged. “Neither one of them is all that keen on going second.”

“Then how do you...?”

“When I was nursing, I put one on each breast.”

She knew it was too much information. She also figured too much information might incent him to leave.

He seemed to know that was what she wanted, so, as ornery as ever, he strolled languidly into the room.

Jenny and Jake lay on their backs while she worked at unsnapping their onesies, letting their legs go free. Fortunately, both diapers were just wet.

“They look like you,” Wyatt said softly.

No surprise there. She had picked a donor with the same shaped facial features, dark wavy hair and bittersweet chocolate eyes as her own.

The tender regard in his expression made him all the more handsome. “Their eyes are blue, though.”

Pure blue.

His were blue-gray.

The wistfulness he was suddenly evidencing forced her to recall he had always wanted kids, too. “Most fair-skinned babies are born with dark blue or dark gray eyes that can change color several times before their first birthday.”

He stuck his hands in his pockets. “Did not know that.”

Did not know a lot of things. Finding it a relief to be able to distract themselves with information, she explained, “An infant’s eye color changes as he or she gets older and melanin levels increase.”

He watched as Adelaide eased away the wet diapers, quickly wiped down their diaper area and slid on the new.

Wyatt turned to her, his broad shoulder nudging hers in the process. “When will you find out?”

Ignoring the electricity of the brief contact, she fastened one, then the other. “By their first birthday, I’ll know if their eyes are going to be blue or brown or green or gray.”

Not that it mattered.

They would be adorable regardless.

She turned back to the man she had once loved. Suddenly, he wasn’t the only one feeling wistful. Had their elopement worked out, the way they both had hoped, these children could have been theirs. But they weren’t. So...

She sighed, aware Wyatt had gone back to observing her children. He leaned closer, regarding them contentedly. For a person who’d had zero interest in ever laying eyes on the two babies she’d had on her own, he was certainly fascinated.

“I think they have your nose, too. See the way it turns up slightly at the end?”

She certainly recalled Wyatt kissing her nose. And her cheek, and her temple, and...

Best she not go there.

She really should not go there.

“Your eyelashes, too,” he mused.

Aware this situation was getting far too intimate too fast, she challenged him with a droll look. “Is that a good thing or bad?”

He straightened. As their gazes collided, it was hard to tell what he was feeling.

“Fact.”

“Whew!” She pretended to wipe perspiration from her forehead. “For a moment, I thought you were paying me compliments.”

His low laugh filled the room, bringing back a slew of unwanted memories.