Simon had been right when he told me it was gonna be a long haul with Doralice. It was a good month before she was strong enough to get outta that bed, and then all she could do for another month was sit in the chair. It didn't matter to me, my angel was alive and gettin' stronger every day, although not as fast as either of us would have liked.
The twins took turns taking care of time, and they adored him. The feeling was mutual. You should have seen the way he giggled and cooed when either of them had him; Doralice was sure that Tim was their baby, but she let them play momma to him. Tim knew who his momma was.
It was Beauregard that had the biggest problem with his new baby brother. He thought it was Tim that almost killed Doralice, and it took a good long while before he forgave the baby. Eventually, even Beauregard fell into line and realized it wasn't Tim's fault.
By the time Tim took his first step things were almost back to normal. God willing, they would stay that way.
The End
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