I was sitting on pins and needles as the expression goes, after reading the previous chapter. I couldn't wait to read this chapter. The sadness and regret of Ellen's loss of life, the successful birth of twins and the quickening of Mickey and Drew's plans for a nursery read as if it was deja-vu. Each paragraph repeated what I had feared was going to take place and the balance of the sweetness of the boys becoming fathers. Not to joke, but there is an old saying that the first one can arrive at any time afterwards it takes nine months. A little convoluted to the situation but just an expression of the oddity of life.