I stop at the edge of the living room, frowning at the stunning flowers sitting in a vase on the table, the pink and blue balloons floating next to them. “Did I get those?” I murmur to myself. “I must be losing my mind. Does anyone else need a dr—” I stop short as I twist around, finding my family gathered behind me. Waiting. Watching. Smiling. “What’s … what’s going on?” Abel tugs on Emmett’s hand. “Now, Daddy?”
