Thirty-four.

From her office, Olivia heard a child's voice but knew it didn't belong to one of her children. Too young to be Noah and he was at school anyway and too advanced to be Wyatt or Maggie. She sat up in her chair and peered out into the squad room, over the heads of Carisi, Fin, and Savage, and experienced a fleeting sense of dread when she saw Kim Rollins. It took her a second to remember how well Kim was doing. Plus, she had Jesse in tow. Olivia stayed put and let her detectives deal with the redeemed Rollins sister.

"Hey Kim," Fin greeted her kindly. "Amanda's not here."

Kim reacted with confusion. "She isn't? I have class and I was supposed to drop Jesse here on my way. The nanny has the day off today so little Jesse and I had a girls' morning."

Everyone instinctively looked back to the Lieutenant's office and Olivia felt their glares. She looked up and, sure enough, all eyes were fixed on her. She plastered a smile on her face and went out to see what was going on.

"Hi Kim."

"Hey there, Lieutenant. You look great!"

Olivia assumed the comment meant she showed no signs of having had twins five and a half months ago, and realized other people paid attention to this way more than she did. "Thank you," she replied politely. "And hello, Jesse!" She said in a much friendlier voice.

The toddler shyly waved hello.

Kim again explained that she was stuck. Amanda hadn't replied to her text, and she was due in class very soon. "I would skip it," she said, "but I have a presentation today."

Eying Kim's backpack and business casual attire, Olivia offered to take Jesse. "I'm sure Amanda won't be long. She'll be fine in my office. Some of Noah's things are in there."

"Oh good," Kim replied, relieved, "I didn't bring much for her, but, here's her bag. Thank you."

"No problem," Olivia held her arms out for Jesse and the bag, "Good luck."

Kim screwed up her face, perhaps a little shocked at the kindness.

"With your presentation."

She smiled nervously and rolled her eyes at herself, "Oh. Thank you. Bye Fin. Bye Sonny. Bye…" she looked at Savage, "I don't think we've met."

"Mike Savage," he said, extending his hand. "Nice to meet you. The Sarge is great. Good police."

"So I hear," Kim replied breezily. "Thanks again." She hustled to the elevator and bounced back and forth impatiently before the doors finally opened.

The men stared at Olivia, expecting to be directed to watch Jesse, but Olivia took her into her office just as she said she would.

"Totally thought we were gonna be on baby duty," Sonny said with a wry grin.

"Me too," Fin muttered. "Savage, you like kids?"

"Yeah. Hope to have a couple someday. Hard to keep a girlfriend…with this job. Or, maybe it's just me."

Fin appreciated his self-deprecating humor, "Naw, it's the job, man. Let's see. Of the five of us, the only ones in relationships are Carisi and Liv, and Liv's husband is a cop and Carisi's engaged to Liv's stepdaughter."

"Hey," Sonny interjected, "Lieu hates stepdaughter."

"Okay," Fin retorted, "How 'bout, Tucker's daughter?"

"How about Brooke?"

Savage curled his lips pensively. "You're brave, man. Tucker, damn, I was anxious just going to his place for the party. He'd called me in once but I don't think he remembered."

"Oh he remembered," Fin replied sagely, "You don't think Liv saw your jacket and talked to him about it before she hired you here?"

"Of course, but, in the middle of the party…I don't think he paid any attention to me."

Carisi nodded, "You're probably right. You remember Fin—Tucker made that toast?"

"Yeah, I remember," Fin snickered, "Tucker…" He noticed Carisi about to open his mouth and defend his future father-in-law and continued, "Man, you just don't know. I still can't believe it sometimes."

"I've been at IAB before," Carisi said, "I know how it is to be under the glare of the bright lights."

"Not Tucker's," Savage said, "And I didn't even do anything."

Suddenly, Fin had an ally, "See? You know. So, this hard ass motherfucker who's done nothin' but bust our collective balls all these years comes along and sweeps our badass Lieutenant off her feet?"

"You've gotta be exaggerating," Carisi protested.

"I'm not."

"I don't think he is," Savage added with wide eyes.

"Now I'm not sayin' this isn't great," Fin clarified, "Liv's always wanted a family and now she has it, and I couldn't be happier for her. Tucker just surprised all of us is all."

"He's a great man," Carisi gushed, steadfast in his praise, "And a great father."

While the men traded Tucker stories, Olivia kept an eye on Jesse who was contentedly playing with Noah's cars while Olivia worked. She didn't bother contacting her Sergeant. She knew where she was and understood why it had taken longer than she'd planned. It would be easy to explain away to her sister as police business. Nevertheless, Jesse's presence made Olivia miss her kids, and she wished she could text someone for an update or a photo, but the twins were at day care and Noah was probably sitting at the lunch table at school sorting his food in order of preference. She smiled and imagined unpacking his lunchbox later that night and discovering only half of his carrots had been eaten.

An hour later, Rollins finally returned to the precinct. Obviously knowing she'd put someone in the bind, she rushed in, harried, loose strands of hair flying all over the place. Fin pointed to the Lieutenant's office and she made a beeline for the door.

"Sorry, Lieutenant," she apologized breathlessly and wiggled her fingers at Jesse, "C'mere baby girl."

"Oh, it was no problem. She was perfect. How'd it go?"

Rollins sighed deeply. Olivia could tell she wanted to talk and told her to close the door.

"What's up?"

"You know, I've been undercover a few times, mostly in Atlanta, and not for very long. And…each time, I couldn't wait to get out. Declan? He has this….love for it that I don't understand."

Olivia pressed her lips together in an understanding smirk, "Fin, Brian, Nick, they all were like that. There was something…addictive…about being undercover. I was always willing to do it, but I was always glad when it was over."

Rollins glanced at the cluster of family photographs situated on the credenza, "Would you do it again?"

"It would have to depend on the situation, but if it required extended time away from ym family, no, no I wouldn't."

"So," Rollins kissed Jesse and let her squirming body loose, "Bottom line, he wants a relationship with his daughter, but I told him the only way that was happening is if he got out. I…I can't take the risk of secret meetings."

"Definitely not," Olivia agreed. "How did he take that?"

"He understands. And he apologized for even asking. We'll see. Sorry it took so long, I didn't want to leave without some kind of decision…which I ended up not even getting."

"Like I said, it was no problem. It's dead here. We haven't had a call since this morning, so everyone should be all caught up on their paperwork. At least," Olivia's eyes twinkled mischievously, "I think the men are all caught up on my personal life."

Rollins rolled her eyes. "Is Fin ever going to get over Tucker?"

"Probably not. And now he's got Savage on board."

"He knew Tucker?"

"He'd been to IAB before. Nothing major. Something from when he was in Narcotics."

Rollins turned around and saw the men now had their heads buried in their computers. "Did they realize your door was open?"

"Maybe they assumed I was too preoccupied with Jesse." Olivia checked the time. She had an hour before she had to pick up Noah. "Go ahead and go home, Amanda. Take the rest of the day. I'm leaving soon but I can come back later if they need me."

"Thanks Lieutenant."

"You're welcome. Have a good night."

…

The twins' day care was the same one Noah attended, so Ed Tucker was familiar to the staff. While not rude, he was never overly friendly when he arrived to pick up his kids, and the teachers frequently joked about the difference in the demeanor of the twins' parents. Olivia always smiled and chatted a bit. Ed was all business and rarely engaged in small talk unless it was completely necessary. Today he arrived in a suit, tie, and wool overcoat and declined offers of assistance. He got the twins into their parkas and hats, covered them with their blankets, and headed for the car, easily moving through the two sets of double doors with baby carriers in both hands.

After he snapped the seats into place, he paused for a second to smile at their little faces, pink after contact with the abnormally frigid late-October air. They stared back at him sweetly and Maggie screeched—a quick, sharp burst of sound.

"Okay, Maggs," Ed said in his defeated Dad tone, "We'll get goin." He brushed her cheek with his index finger and she shrieked again. Wyatt craned his head in her direction and blinked when Ed bopped his nose. "Let's go home, Tucker twins. Mommy and Noah are probably waitin' for us."

Ed had to park a block way from home and he walked briskly with the carriers. He loosely covered the twins' faces with their blankets and he felt a little bad for them when he saw their fists swatting at the fabric. "Hang tight, kiddos. Almost home." He didn't see Olivia and Noah walking toward them in the other direction because Maggie started crying and he was looking down at her.

"It Daddy!" Noah said, straining to break free from Olivia's hold on his hand.

"Yes it is, sweet boy. Hang on."

She wanted to watch her husband. There was something sexy in the juxtaposition of Ed Tucker, professionally dressed and steel-faced, carrying two babies at his side. He was walking fast and she knew he was worried about the twins getting too cold. If the temperatures stayed like this, the babies would need snowsuits sooner than she thought.

"He have the babies! Wanna see Maggie and Wyatt!"

"Okay, Noah. Go ahead."

She released him from his grasp and felt tears well in her eyes at the sight of Ed crouching, grinning, and greeting a jubilant Noah who was thrilled at what he perceived as a chance encounter on the street. Olivia waited for them at the building's entrance.

"Hi there," she gave him a quick peck, feeling the cold air on his lips.

"Hi," he nodded his thanks to the doorman and let Olivia and Noah walk in ahead of him, "Feels like January out there."

Once in the elevator, Olivia peeled back the blankets. Wyatt giggled, perhaps thinking this was another version of peek-a-boo, but Maggie was whimpering.

"It's okay, baby," Noah patted her head gently. "Daddy, where's the paci? Maggs needs her paci."

"It's in the bag, bud. We'll get it in a minute. I think she's just mad at me for coverin' her up."

"Silly baby," Noah cooed at her, "Ya haveta get covered up, Maggs! It cold! Mommy? It gonna snow?"

"I don't think so, sweet boy. Not yet." A certain warmth filled Olivia's chest as she thought about the cute pictures she would take of her children all bundled up and playing in the snow. Well, Noah would be playing. Maggie and Wyatt would be along for quick photo ops for the most part. Next winter they would be toddling around, but she didn't want to think that far ahead yet. She was enjoying every second of the twins at this age—rolling over, starting to sit up on their own, and trying to scoot on their tummies. Every day they were more animated and made more noises. Every day she made sure to get them to erupt in the deep belly laughter that filled her heart with joy. Their new favorite source of hilarity was when Noah made buzzing noises and flew a small plush airplane into their bellies.

Once inside the apartment, it took a full thirty minutes for everyone to get settled. Coats on the coat rack, shoes lined up near the door, Noah's backpack on the island next to Olivia's purse, the twins propped in their Boppies on the play mat, Ed and Olivia quickly changed into jeans and sweatshirts, and Noah helped himself to a snack from his designated area in the pantry.

Olivia sifted through Noah's bag and paid particular attention to the green folder used for parent-teacher communication. So far this week he'd earned smiley faces in conduct and completed all of his work. She read the "looking ahead" section of his teacher's memo. Next week in their social emotional learning segment, they would be talking about happiness, and the students were supposed to prepare a set of photos or a collage representing things that make them happy.

Olivia explained the project to Noah. "We'll get you a board and you can show Mommy and Daddy the pictures you want to put on it. It can be…" she hesitated, not wanting to influence his decisions too heavily but desperate to see what he would choose, "It can be pictures of people or it can be your drawings. Or something from a book or a magazine. Whatever you want. Whatever makes you happy."

"Happy?"

"Yep. Whatever makes you laugh or smile or feel good!" Olivia picked him up and hugged him. "Like, I'm happy when I'm hugging my sweet Noah."

"I happy when I'm hugging sweet Mommy!" Noah squeezed her neck. "And! Mommy, lemme down!" He trotted over to the twins, "When I hug da sweet babies!" Maggie and Wyatt squealed at the contact.

"They're happy when you hug them."

"Babies getting loud, Mommy!"

"I know! Wait til they start talking!"

"Mommy talk! Daddy talk! Noah talk! Wyatt talk! Maggie talk! Everrrbody talk!"

"And don't forget about Sarah and Brookey," Ed added as he walked into the room. "That's a lot of talking. At that point, Daddy may just be listening." He joined Olivia at the island, kissed her cheek and neck, took a deep breath against her skin, and kissed her once more. "Why are we talking about talking?"

"It started with this."

Olivia showed him the assignment.

"Happy, huh? Well, we got an excellent grade on the family tree project, so I bet we'll do great on this one, too."

"You know what? Noah? This weekend, why don't you take pictures of the things that make you happy and we'll print those and put them on your board." Olivia beamed at her idea, but Noah had already moved on to other things, namely his iPad and his beanbag chair. He mumbled something that could have been a response or he could have been talking to himself.

"That's a great idea," Ed rasped into her ear.

"Thank you."

"Dinner? I'm starved."

"Yep. Let's eat. That slow cooker is the best thing we ever bought." Behind them was a pot full of beef stew that had been simmering all day. The savory smell wafted through the apartment. "I'll cut up the baguette."

Ed got to work setting the table. "Liv, you having wine?"

She checked her supply of frozen breast milk. "Please."

Ed's phone buzzed against the countertop. "Who is it?" He asked.

"Sarah."

"What's going on?"

Olivia typed in his passcode and smiled at the message. "The new dishwasher has been installed."

Ed squinted to see the picture. "Great," he muttered.

"Has she said anything else about moving?"

"No. I give her another year. Maybe two."

"Hillary still there?"

"No, she moved into her place last weekend."

"Hmm," Olivia replied, "I thought maybe Sarah would just offer her that room. Cheaper."

"You're assuming Hillary would want it," Ed pointed out with a smirk. "It's probably exhausting living with Sarah. She's been dragging that poor girl everywhere. Hillary probably needs a break."

Olivia laughed as she cut up Noah's meat and vegetables. She put the bowl down on his Thomas placemat and took her seat across from Ed and Wyatt and next to Maggie. Noah was at the head of the table, situated there because it was easier for either one of his parents to help him if need be.

"Mommy?"

"Yes, sweet boy?"

"I take pic-ture now?"

"What, sweetie?" She asked, having already mentally shoved aside the project, "A picture?"

"Uh-huh," Noah replied matter-of-factly, "I happy."

….

Everybody, Sonny included, gathered at Caroline's for Sunday dinner. The family matriarch darted around her house at a dizzying pace as she tried to dote on each individual guest. She paid extra attention to the newcomer, Sonny who, like Olivia, had been instructed to sit down, relax, and have a drink. In the kitchen she set up the stepstool so Noah could "help" her cook and she went about preparing the meal with either Wyatt or Maggie in one arm. Sarah and Brooke complied when Caroline barked out orders to baste the roast or start the water for the potatoes. Ed was reprimanded for not bringing his family around enough and then instructed to set the table.

Caroline took a bag of rolls from the freezer, tore it open with her teeth, and set it and a cookie sheet in front of Noah.

"Okay sweetie, there are nine of us, so you count eighteen rolls and put them on this sheet."

"Grandma," Brooke interjected, "the twins aren't eating rolls."

"They can't gum them?"

"I don't think so," Sarah said, "And certainly not two of them."

Noah waited patiently for clarification.

"Noah, count fourteen. Can you count that high?"

"I count one HUNDRED," Noah said proudly.

"By tens," Sarah said. "But he can count to twenty by ones. Noey boey, show Grandma."

Noah easily rattled off numbers one through twenty and then skipped to thirty, forty, and up to one hundred by tens. "I skip some," he admitted cheerfully."

"Why didn't you make bread?" Sarah asked.

"I did," Caroline replied, "It's already on the table. Noah's helping. It's either count rolls or peel potatoes."

"Olivia?" Caroline called out into the living room.

"Yes?"

"Trade me babies."

Olivia took Maggie from Caroline and returned with Wyatt.

"Oof," Caroline said, "This one's still a butterball. Do you feed him steak and potatoes, Noah?"

"No, Gamma Care-line, Wyatt and Maggie get bottles that have milk from Mommy."

"Ohhhhh. You sure do know how to take care of them."

"Uh-huh. I give dem bottles and play with 'em and make 'em laugh. I'm the big bruvver. But I haveta go to school."

"Who takes care of them when you're at school?
"Mommy and Daddy and day care."

"Do you change their diapers?"

Noah giggled and scrunched up his face. "No!"

With the plates, silverware, and glasses properly aligned on the table, Ed wandered into the living room where Olivia was walking around the room, examining family photos with Maggie in her arms. She'd been to Caroline's home many times now, but she never grew tired of looking at the photographs—weddings, family gatherings, school pictures from decades ago—it was like being in a museum.

"Maggie looks exactly like your family," she said softly. "Exactly."

Ed put his arms around her waist and rested his chin on her shoulder. "She looks like both of us."

"She absolutely looks like the Tuckers," Olivia said, chuckling at her husband, "Narrow face, those cheekbones, the jaw, the blue eyes."

Ed ran his hand over Maggie's head, "Whatcha think, precious?"

Maggie cooed at him and smacked her lips.

"Can you say Dada?" Ed ran his finger down her nose.

"YAH!" Maggie yelped and threw her arms in the air excitedly.

"She's trying," Olivia murmured. "C'mon, sweet girl. Talk to us."

"Da-da," Ed repeated more slowly.

Maggie replied with a series of sweet-sounding ahhhhhs.

"She hears that sound," Olivia said.

"Sure does." Ed kissed Maggie's forehead, "Smart girl."

"Want to take her?"

"Yeah. C'mere, princess." Ed held her above his head and raised her up and down, giving her Eskimo kisses at each low point. Maggie's gurgly giggles reverberated into the kitchen. Caroline passed Wyatt to Sarah and came running.

She grabbed Olivia's forearm. "Will you listen to that!"

"So precious. Never get tired of that."

….

After dinner, Ed and Olivia volunteered to clean up, so Caroline and the "kids" sat around the table mostly talking about Brooke and Sonny's wedding. They set a late January date and would be married at the Carisi family parish on Staten Island. Sarah put herself in charge of the reception and had already reserved space at 620 Loft and Garden where Ed and Olivia exchanged wedding vows. The next order of business was the shower which, much to Sarah's displeasure, was being organized by the Carisi sisters.

"We'll see what they come up with," Sarah snorted and then immediately apologized, "I'm sorry, Sonny. It's just…I love to plan those things!"

"They gotta do something," Sonny replied with a shrug. "I'm sure they'd appreciate your input."

Sarah put up a hand. "I'll stay out of it. I have a tendency to take up all the space in the room or so I've been told," she glared playfully at Brooke and then at her grandmother.

"Sare bear," Caroline said seriously, "You're just so…gigantic. You always have been. I was that way when I was young. You get it from me. It is…if you look at it the right way…your gift."

In the kitchen, Ed and Olivia heard the laughter.

"Wonder who they're making fun of now," Ed remarked.

"Awww, sweetie, I don't think it's you," Olivia teased. "Could be me."

"Nah. Prolly Sarah."

Olivia dried the roasting pan. "Where does this go?"

"Downstairs, actually. Wanna…want me to show you?"

Olivia cocked an eyebrow. "Well…sure. I guess that's something I should know."

They made their way down the creaky wooden steps into the basement. It was pitch black until Ed tugged on a cord only someone very familiar with the space would know was there and a bare light bulb cast a yellowish light throughout the cavernous space. On the left was the washer and dryer and an ironing board. On the right was a wall completely full of shelving.

"Wow," Olivia murmured, "Caroline is prepared."

Most of the shelves were full of canned goods. The space not taken up by unperishable food was reserved for small appliances and Ed slid the roasting pan into the only empty space.

"She sure is," Ed stood with his hands on his hips, "Hurricanes, tornadoes, blackouts, bomb threats…this is the place to be." He spun around and took Olivia into his arms in one motion, "But that's not why I brought you down here."

His kiss was urgent and intense. Olivia gasped into his mouth as he pressed her against the cinder block wall and practically shoved his tongue down her throat.

"I'm so proud to be your husband," he rasped during a brief pause before continuing to devour the lower half of her face.

"Ed."

"I want you so much." He rocked his hips into hers and the familiar flood of arousal raged through her lower extremities.

"Ed. We can't do this here. Someone's going to look for us. Soon."

"But…I want you," he whined, lips on her neck now, biting her gently but with enough force that Olivia predicted she would have to strategically place her hair and her shirt for the rest of the evening. "I want to make love to my wife." Ed felt her shiver. "See?"

Taking his head in her hands, Olivia gently pushed him away from her body and grinned. "We're acting like teenagers."

"No way. Teenagers don't do it this good."

Olivia's cheeks immediately reddened.

"Why, Mrs. Tucker," Ed teased, "I believe you're blushing."

"We need to go back upstairs."

"Kiss me again."

Olivia pecked at his face.

Ed frowned, "You gotta do better than that." His mouth fell into a pout and, in his most innocent voice, he said, "Please?"

Olivia pretended to be annoyed. "Fine."

She went after him with the same ferocity with which he'd initiated this amorous interlude and he chuckled while kissing back. "That's more like it," he said, wiping his lips as they parted. She led the way back upstairs and he followed with his fingertips in the back pockets of her jeans.

….

Shortly after making out with her husband in Caroline's basement, a call from Fin marked the end of Olivia's and Sonny's time with the family. A pimp well-known to the Vice squad had been murdered execution-style in what appeared to be one of his brothels and every girl in the house was now at the 16th Precinct waiting to be interviewed. Olivia got a sinking feeling in her stomach and not just because she didn't want to leave her family; she wondered if this pimp was in any way connected to Declan Murphy's undercover operation, and, if so, what that meant for him, Rollins, and Jesse. Carisi drove them back to Manhattan in the Crown Vic, leaving everyone else to squeeze in among the car seats in the Tuckers' SUV.

As soon as they stepped from the elevator, Olivia and Sonny gawked at the squad room. They'd both worked witness-heavy cases before, but at least thirty scantily-dressed women filled the squad room. They occupied every available chair and the holding cells had been opened for additional seating. Uniformed officers were on hand for crowd control and Fin and Savage were in the Lieutenant's office getting briefed by the responding precinct's captain.

"Well, we're in for the night," Carisi muttered.

"Hope you didn't have plans for a nightcap."

"Nope. Couch and reruns. You?"

Still worked up from the basement, Olivia swallowed and did her best to employ her indifferent, jaded-cop voice. "Probably something similar."

…

Sarah and Brooke declined a ride home and convinced their Dad to let them help with getting the kids upstairs and ready for bed. Ed insisted he did this all the time on his own, but both older daughters refused to let him fly solo on this particular night.

"Do they need baths?" Sarah asked.

"Noah does. The twins had theirs this morning. I'll take care of him." Ed gave Noah the special treat of a bubble bath in the jetted tub and left Sarah and Brooke to change Wyatt and Maggie into their pajamas.

Sarah rifled through their drawers. To her disappointment, they didn't have many pairs of matching sleepwear which she vowed to rectify over the weekend. She finally settled on a plain fuzzy pink set for Maggie and a green fleece sleeper for Wyatt.

"Okay, twinsies! Let's get changed!"

By the time Sarah chose the clothing and she and Brooke wrangled the twins into fresh diapers and their sleepwear, Noah and Ed were already in the living room deciding on which books to read before bed.

"What took you so long?" Ed asked, a teasing glint in his eye.

"Sarah took an hour to pick the perfect jammies," Brooke said.

"And also…Maggie squirms all around when you're trying to change her!" Sarah bear-hugged Maggie and kissed all over her head. "Small sister…you are squirmy! Isn't she, Noey?"

"Silly squirmy small sister!" Noah exclaimed through giggles.

"Good alliteration," Brooke praised.

"Literation?"

"Yup," it means you use the same sound over and over. "Small squirmy silly sister uses the S-sound over and over."

"Literation," Noah repeated, making a mental note of the word.

"She does move all over the place," Ed commented, "I usually get Wyatt all set up first and then tackle Maggs."

Brooke spun Wyatt around in the space between the couch and the dining table where the twins' swings, walkers, and play mats were situated. Wyatt let his head fall back against Brooke's hand and stared at the ceiling with a fist in his mouth as they moved around.

"Brookey! Spin me next!" Noah requested.

"One spin," Ed interjected, "And then we have bedtime. School tomorrow."

Sarah held Maggie at arm's length. "Uh-oh, small sister, we're gonna get in trouble with Daddy!" Maggie blew spit bubbles and Sarah cracked up. "That's right! Tell Daddy to lighten up!"

Brooke spun Noah once around the room but abruptly came to a halt and put him down. "Whew! Sorry, No, that's it, Brookey's dizzy. And she also ate too much." Brooke collapsed onto the couch.

Noah didn't seem too disappointed. He shrugged, gave his older sisters a hug and a kiss, collected his books, and scampered off to his room.

"Where do you want these babies?" Sarah asked Ed from the couch where she was cuddling the twins.

Ed took a twin under each arm, kissed each girl on the cheek, and said goodnight. He found Noah already under his covers, but almost flush with the wall so Ed could sit down next to him and read the books he'd picked out.

"Four books tonight, bud?"

"Yep! One, two, three, FOUR!"

"Good deal." Ed stretched out, his ankles hanging off the end of the bed, and temporarily laid Maggie and Wyatt on their tummies on his chest while he got situated against the headboard.

Noah laughed. "Daddy, we got a pile 'a babies on this bed!" He remarked gleefully.

"Sure do, bud. And Daddy. And Noah. A pile of Tuckers!"

Noah snuggled into Ed's side. "Yup! Big pile 'a Tuckers!"

…

#Tuckson