“Papa got tears in his eyes when I told him her name,” Hallie said. “It’s odd. He didn’t have a single tear when we told him we’d named Alec after him. I saw Angela pushing Hollis’s chair too.”
Jason was stretched out on his back, Douglas and Everett on top of him, holding him down, jabbering the same twin talk he and James had spoken as boys. He didn’t understand them. He wondered what sort of torture they were thinking up for him once they’d fired the cannon and headed to the pond.
He smiled over at his wife, who was kissing the sleeping Alec’s forehead, a bit of milk dribbling down his chin.
Hallie looked over at him, grinned at Douglas and Everett, who were trying to pull his boots off.
“Next,” she called out.