The hospital had scheduled Paloma’s induction for five am, which meant that they had to rise well before the sun. The trees were beginning to blossom and bud, and it felt right with Paloma to be entering the season of rebirth with the delivery of her twins.
Her family knew of the induction, and actually beat her to the hospital. Her sister, Linnea had come in the night before from EU, and despite Paloma insisting that she’d call as soon as the babies arrived, they came to wait.
Paloma is six months pregnant with the twins, and already feels grotesquely huge. She struggles just getting out of bed with all the weight she’s carrying in the front.
Each morning, Adam comes out of the bathroom, as she’s preparing to go in. He gives the twins a good morning talk, tells them to stay put, and that they have to listen, because he is their Dad.
Adam Brindley (32 years), Paloma (31 years),
narrated by: Paloma
Our bakery was celebrating its one year anniversary, and we had decided to release a blueberry cheesecake to commemorate the occasion.
We had gotten into a routine with Adam cooking breakfast while I got ready, but recently I was coming down with him and rummaging through the fridge.
Violet-Adele’s 39th birthday rolls around and she doesn’t feel much like celebrating. The passing of her Father is still too new, and to add to injury, they are still not pregnant.
She had never been in a rush to have a baby, but with her fortieth birthday fast approaching, and the loss of her Dad, she feels an unfamiliar urgency. Etienne tries his best to lift her spirits, conveying a sense of peace that they will soon find themselves expecting.
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Adam Brindley (31 years), Paloma Creelman (30 years)
It was a measly one month shy of two years since Adam proposed. Paloma could hardly believe that they’d managed to wait that long. Getting married had been one of the biggest things on Paloma’s list when growing up, but since the birth of her bakery, the actual ceremony hadn’t seemed that important anymore.
She was grateful that her family had talked her out of a wedding at her bakery, though she was certain it would have been a lovely, intimate affair; the lighthouse was a luxury that she wouldn’t soon forget.