who...” The rest of her question was forgotten as Regan looked past the bouquets of pink and white balloons to see a familiar figure standing there. “Ohmygod... Brie.”
Her sister smiled through watery eyes. “Surprise!”
Before Regan could say anything else, Brielle’s arms were around her, hugging her tight. She held on, overwhelmed by so many emotions she didn’t know whether to laugh or cry; she only knew that she was so glad and grateful her sister was home.
“Nobody told me you were coming,” she said, when she’d managed to clear her throat enough to speak. She looked at Connor then. “Why didn’t you tell me she was coming?” And back at Brielle again. “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?”
“When I spoke to you on the phone, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to get any time off. But I needed to see you and your babies, so I decided that if I had to quit my job, I would.”
Regan gasped, horrified, because she knew how much her sister loved working as a kindergarten teacher at a prestigious private school in Brooklyn. “Tell me you didn’t quit your job.”
Brie laughed. “No need to worry. I’m due back in the classroom Monday morning.”
Which meant that they had less than four days together before her sister had to return to New York City. Four days was a short time, but it was more time than they’d had together in the seven years that had passed since Brielle moved away, and Regan would treasure every minute of it.
“Well, you’re here now,” she said.
“I’m here now,” her sister agreed. “And I asked the rest of the family, who have already seen the babies, to give us some one-on-one time—with your husband and Piper and Poppy, of course.” She moved closer to peek at the sleeping babies. “If they ever wake up.”
“They’ll be awake soon enough,” Connor said. “And you’ll have lots of time with them.”
“Promise?” Brie asked.
He chuckled. “Considering that neither of them has slept for more than three consecutive hours since they were born, I feel confident making that promise. But for now, I’m going to take them upstairs so that you and your sister can relax and catch up.”
Regan smiled her thanks as he exited the room with the babies, Baxter following closely on his heels, then she turned back to her sister. “When did you get in? Are you hungry? Thirsty?”
“I got in a few hours ago, I had a sandwich on the plane and, since you asked, I wouldn’t mind a cup of tea to go with the cookies I picked up at The Daily Grind on the way from the airport, but I can make it.”
“You stopped for cookies?”
“I made Spencer stop for cookies,” Brie explained. “Because he picked me up from the airport. And because oatmeal chocolate chip are my favorite, too.”
“Now I really want a cookie,” Regan admitted. “But I no longer have the excuse of pregnancy cravings to indulge.”
“Nursing moms need extra calories, too,” her sister pointed out.
“In that case, what kind of tea do you want with your cookies?” she asked, already heading toward the kitchen.
Brie nudged her toward a chair at the table. “Your husband told you to relax.”
“Making tea is hardly a strenuous task,” Regan noted.
“Then it’s one I should be able to handle.” Her sister filled the electric kettle with water and plugged it in. “Where do you keep your mugs?”
“The cupboard beside the sink. Tea’s on the shelf above the mugs.”
Brie opened the cupboard and read the labels. “Spicy chai, pure peppermint, decaffeinated Earl Grey, honey lemon, country peach, blueberry burst, cranberry and orange, vanilla almond, apple and pear, and soothing chamomile.” She glanced at her sister. “That’s a lot of tea.”
“I was a coffee addict,” Regan confided. “The contents of that cupboard reflect my desperate effort to find something to take its place.”
“Anything come close?” her sister wondered.
She shook her head. “But I’m thinking the vanilla almond would probably go well with the cookies.”
“That works for me,” Brie said, setting the box and two mugs on the counter.
Connor walked into the kitchen then, a baby monitor in hand. “Baxter missed his morning w-a-l-k so I’m going to take him out now, if you don’t mind.”
“Of course not,” Regan assured him. “But why are you spelling?”
“Because you know how crazy he gets when I say the word.”
Regan did know. In fact, Connor didn’t even have to say the word; he only had to reach for the leash that hung on a hook by the door and Baxter went nuts—spinning in circles and yipping his excitement. But today the dog was nowhere to be found.
Brielle took a couple of steps back and peered up the staircase her brother-in-law had descended. “Is that first door the babies’ room?”
“It’s the master bedroom,” Connor said, following her gaze. “But we’ve got the babies’ bassinets set up in there for now.”
“He’s stretched out on the floor in front of the door,” Brie said to Regan, so that her sister didn’t have to get up to see what everyone else was seeing.
“And you were worried that he might be jealous of the babies,” Regan remarked to her husband.
“He was abandoned when I found him,” Connor explained. “So I had no idea if he’d ever been around kids or how he’d behaved with them if he had.”
“What kind of dog is he?” Brie asked.
“A mutt,” Connor said.
“A puggle,” Regan clarified. “Though Connor refuses to acknowledge he has a designer dog.”
“He has no papers, which makes him a mutt,” her husband insisted.
“A puggle is part pug, part...beagle?” Brie guessed.
Her sister nodded.
“That might explain why he’s already so protective of the babies,” Brie said. “Beagles are pack animals, and Piper and Poppy are now part of his pack.”
“Say that five times fast,” Regan teased. “And since when do you know so much about dogs?”
“I don’t,” her sister said. “But for a few months last year, I dated a vet who had a beagle. And a dachshund and a Great Dane.”
“That’s an eclectic assortment,” Connor noted.
“He had three cats, too.”
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