Spencer stood at the kitchen stove, she was making chicken parmigiana. Just then the front door swings open, revealing the charming Dr. Kingston.
"Honey, I'm home!" He bellowed as he stepped into the house. He shrugged off his coat, hanging it on the coat rack.
"Daddy!" Squealed 5-year old Arabella as she jumped into his waiting arms "you're late!" She said pointing a finger at him.
"I'm sorry precious, I had a very busy day at work" he says plopping down on the couch, Arabella being taken down with him. Spencer rolled her eyes at the two. Arabella slid off her fathers stomach back on to the carpet where the book she abandoned to greet her father was. Wren continued on about his day "two car accidents, one GSW, and three babies" he stood up smiling "and speaking of babies" he sauntered over to Spencer placing a hand on her slightly extended belly "how are you two doing?"
"Good" Spencer said "most days I think girl, but today I think boy"
"I'm sure you'll change your mind a thousand times before the baby is born"
"What's a GSW?" Arabella asked thoughtfully.
"It's a really bad boo-boo" Wren said.
Just then there was a knock at the door. Spencer walked over and opened it grinning from ear to ear as she saw her parents each holding one of the twins.
"Come in, come in, you didn't have to knock" she said kissing Emma and Ella.
They set the girls on the carpet either side of Arabella.
"Twinsies!" She crooned at the three year old twins.
"How do you tell them apart?" Arabella asked
"A mother has her ways" she says with a smile. Veronica walked over to Spencer who was still at the stove.
"Honey, why don't you let me finish dinner" she said combing her fingers through Spencer's hair "you should be taking it easy"
"Mom, I'm barely three months" Spencer protested but backed away from the stove knowing she wouldn't win. She went to the fridge and poured herself a glass of apple juice. She was about to go spend some quality time with her children, when the phone rang. "Hello" she said answering it without looking at the caller ID.
"Yes, this is her" she said apprehensively.
The next thing anyone heard was the sound of glass shattering as it hit the tile.