“Girl.”
“Moose?”
“Girl and boy.”
“What?” I asked, my voice taking on another octave.
Tate shrugged. “He said he talked to Eric. Twins run in the family.”
I was on my feet before I realized I’d moved, and Tate, the little bastard that he was, sat in fits of giggles, his arm wrapped around his ribs as he snorted out a laugh. My eyeswere already scanning the guests looking for Eric in the crowd.
“Ayda, I’m kidding. Most people are just having fun with it. We don’t care as long as y’all are happy.” He sobered a little, his laughter dying into a smile that took me back to his preteen years. The emotional little kid that wasn’t afraid to wrap his arms around me and tell me that he loved me. Pushing to his feet, Tate wrapped his big arms around me; the new leather of my very own cut creaking as he squeezed me tight. “I love you, sis. I love that you’re happy, and the only thing I would change about today is having Mom and Dad here. They’d be proud of you, you know.”
“Tate...” I felt my throat tighten with emotion as I wrapped my arms around him. Just when I’d thought the tears were over for the day, here he was, bringing them back with a vengeance. Mom and Dad were here with me today in the form of a locket Janette had given me. It was my something new, and she’d had Tate find pictures of my parents to put in it. I fingered it as I pressed my cheek into his shoulder. Looking out over the crowd, I met a pair of concerned blue-green eyes, and all I could do was smile brightly as a tear rolled down my cheek.
“I love you, Ayda,” Tate whispered into my hair. “But if I make you cry, Drew and Autumn will kick my ass, so stop already.”
“I’m not crying.”
“You’re still a bad liar.”
“Shut up.”
“‘Kay,” he said with a chuckle and hugged me tighter.