“Hon, you want another? We can barely keep up with two!” Alex said in a joking tone.
Wilma smiled at him. “Yeah, you’re right. Now we should probably check if the babysitter got them to sleep.”
They headed toward a new room that Alex knew was where his sons slept. He peered in and smiled at them with love.
The timeline of his life had changed again. He and Wilma had met and married by age 24, and within a year they had their first son, Cal. Now 10, he was a cute blond boy with a kind personality and liked both school and sports.
A few years later they had Dylan, now a black-haired and wild 7-year-old who spent all his time running around outside rather than doing his schoolwork. He’d inherited more of Alex’s swarthier skin tone as opposed to Cal’s fair one.
The two were both sleeping peacefully. Alex turned back to Wilma. “We’re the luckiest parents in the world.”
“Yeah.” She grinned. “Glad they didn’t hear our fun in the bathroom.”
“You want to pick up where we left off, but in the right place this time?” Alex asked his wife. He smiled wolfishly as he led her by the hand back to the bedroom.