"Know what, Melissa?"

Rubbing her tummy, she answered, "Whether there's a boy or girl or two of something."

Without diverting his gaze, he addressed Melissa, "You know, JJ and Garcia have been bugging me to have a reveal party for our child."

"Oh, Spencer," Melissa laughed, "Let's do it. But we could be revealing genders and numbers."

"Okay, Done," he agreed, stifling a chuckle, "I can't wait to see their faces."

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Melissa was now only working two days a week, on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Her clients were aware of the changes in her life, and most had adapted their massage therapy needs to accommodate this schedule; others had simply migrated to one of the clinic's two other massage therapists.

Earlier that month, she had discussed at length with Spencer the idea of giving her career up altogether to stay home with Anna and the new baby. He was adamant that the decision was hers to make and that he would support either eventual option. He'd also presented her with a third option: cutting her days at work back to a manageable number and staying at home the remainder. He'd assured her that she didn't need to work for financial reasons, if that was what was worrying her; but that he completely understood if she wanted resume her career.

She'd mulled it over and at that time had decided that Spencer's added option was actually the one that best suited her needs, her family's needs. And now, as she sat at her computer composing an email to her out of state sister, she revisited her options. Two babies. Plus Anna before and after school. Arranging for transport back and forth. It would all be too much, she thought. Too much in daycare costs. Too much in the way of time management. Too much imposing on Will and JJ.

She could keep her license current and ensure she kept herself up to date with techniques and knowledge and the like. Registered massage therapists were always in demand, she reasoned. She could resume her career in five or six years when the babies were school-aged children.

She rolled her bottom lip in her teeth as she made up her mind. Spencer would agree this was the best plan of action, she felt. His work schedule was the most unpredictable variable in the equation. If she stayed home full time, she reasoned, they would all see more of each other in the long run.

She pecked away at the keyboard for several minutes before pushing it aside and picking her up iPhone to call her sister to tell her about her impending aunt-hood. MaryBeth hadn't seen Anna in a couple of years now but she and Melissa kept in touch voraciously via the Internet.

Melissa laughed as she recalled Spencer finally agreeing to a home computer and the Internet when he realised this was how Melissa and the sister-in-law he had yet to meet kept in touch.

The Martin sisters spent an hour on the phone as Melissa confided about the expected twins first to MaryBeth.

"We haven't told anyone, not even Anna, yet. I would've waited and told you in person but I think I might have burst having to keep that news in for another month, " she admitted and heard MaryBeth's hearty laugh—the Martin family laugh which Melissa shared—on the other end.

"So you're still coming down next month, Mel? Despite being the size of a house?"

"Oh, shut UP!" Melissa retorted, laughing. "I've gained eleven pounds and two babies!"

"Impressive."

"Yeah, well, so different from my first pregnancy. Couldn't keep anything down for the first month this time and lost nine pounds."

"So, you're up twenty pounds?" MaryBeth commented.

"No, I'm actually only up two. Don't understand how it's possible though I'm just four months along and I look seven, I'm up two bra sizes and two cup sizes too."

"Oooh, jealous," MaryBeth interrupted, still laughing.

"Oh, shut UP!" Melissa laughed again.

"How's that gorgeous man of yours?" MaryBeth asked seriously, only to break into laughter again.

"Loving the new bra size," Melissa teased, "Seriously, he's been remarkable about everything, M-B."

"Aw," was all MaryBeth could say to this. There was a momentary silence then MaryBeth asked, "You still coming down to visit next month?"

"Oh, hell, yes. Anna's excited to see her cousins again. And, well, did I mention that Spencer's a huge fan of The Mouse? He's planning to take Anna—and your two girls if they'll go with him—to Disneyworld."

"Oh Mel, they will love that!" MaryBeth enthused.

"You and I can have a sisters day!"

"I will make spa reservations for us as soon as we're done talking here!"

"In that case, bye, M-B!" Melissa quipped and immediately said, "Just kidding!"

"He must be some man, Sissy, if he's willing to spend the day at the House of Mouse with our three girls."

"He's just awesome, M-B," Melissa told her, "Of course, he has great taste in women, doesn't he?"

"Oh, get out of here," MaryBeth laughed.

"Honestly, I am so looking forward to seeing you all. In," she paused to do the math.

MaryBeth answered first, "Five weeks?"

"Five weeks, four days and three hours, to be Spencer-specific," Melissa chuckled. "I'll email you all our itinerary once I have everything."

She concluded their call, clicked off her phone and set it on the computer desk then whistled.