CHAPTER 46

Paparazzi had already infested Nassau like the proverbial swarm of locusts. It wasn't exactly a secret as to where the Backstreet Boys would be working for the next two weeks. Tabloid journalists kept an eye on the internet and lists just as the fans did. Information gleaned from them gave them starting points from which they could and would eventually substantiate rumors that would later fill pages and help sell papers. The more papers they sold the more advertising they could sell and everyone knew that the real money was in advertising. Any rumors that proved to be untrue were not reported. Integrity did not sell papers or photographs.

These papers had a parasitic relationship with John Q. Public. Reports often came to them via hotel and club employees, secretaries and, in this particular case, a travel agent. This agent had taken it upon herself to call one of the well-known tabloids that was based on the East Coast of Florida. She reported to the news desk that she had arranged accommodations for six people in Cancun, Mexico and that she thought it was interesting that that Amanda Latola had been the one to make the arrangements. This woman was a big AJ McLean fan and she knew who Amanda was.

The message was taken, the agent's phone number recorded, and the information passed on the celebrity editor. When the girlfriends reached their destination they had a photographer waiting for them, too - a photographer who was delighted to find out that not only was McLean's girlfriend there, but also the girlfriends of three other Backstreet Boys. He didn't know who the two guys were, but he guessed he'd find out.

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"Damn! I can't find it!"

Tristan started throwing clothes out of her suitcase. The entire Cancun Crew, as they had come to call themselves, sat on her bed, waiting patiently. She continued to fuss.

"It was in here! I know it!"

"Is this it?" Jerald asked, picking up a skimpy piece of lace from Tristan's bag. He held it up to the light and could see Mason's head right through it. "Oooh, la, la!" he laughed, waving the lace over his head.

"Give me that!" Tristan giggled, snatching it out of Jerald's grasp. "Does this look like leopard print to you?" She shook her head and continued to rummage through her clothes.

Leighanne didn't pay much attention to Jerald's comments but she was curious about Holly's reaction. Holly stared at Jerald, frowning, unamused by his teasing. Leighanne glanced at Amanda. She had noticed it, too. They looked at each other and shrugged. Maybe Holly was just tired.

"Well, it's not here…" Tristan sighed.

Amanda snuffed out her cigarette and pulled herself off the bed.

"Yeah, well, I'm sure it was really hot. Tris…" Amanda said sarcastically. "Long sleeves and a turtle neck, right?"

"It was a thong!" Tristan pouted defensively.

Jerald's eyebrows shot up. He smiled and popped a gumdrop into his mouth and Holly found herself even more disgusted. What's with those friggin' gumdrops he's always carrying around? She was finding it difficult to be civil to him.

"I'm missing underwear, too!" Tristan cried. She couldn't believe this. She thought she had packed so carefully. "Well, I guess I get to spend tomorrow shopping. Oh boy…"

"Well you can count me out!" Amanda yawned as she walked to the door. "I'm going to be out on that beach tomorrow!"

"Me, too." Leighanne chimed in. "How about you, Holly?"

"Yeah. Beach." Holly replied sans enthusiasm.

"I'll go with you Tris. I need to get a few things myself and I can help you pick out a new bathing suit." Jerald offered. "Kevin and I usually like the same things."

Holly did a double take at Jerald's last comment. She was glad she had decided to come.

"I guess I could use a new suit myself." Holly said evenly. "Maybe I'll tag along after all."

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"Hey, baby…" Kevin held the phone up to his ear as he looked out over the terra cotta terrace. The waves were good, the water azure. He would try the surfboard later. "Why aren't you out on the beach?"

"Why aren't you working?" Tristan teased. "Resting up from last night, maybe?"

The paparazzi has already been hard at work in Nassau. When the group had ventured to a local club the night before, the photographers were waiting. Photographs were already flying across the Caribbean and Atlantic and were being seen on international celebrity talk (i.e. gossip) programs.

Kevin groaned. "Nothing like living under a microscope! We were only there for a little while. I think the guys want to go to a casino tonight."

"Don't lose the grocery money!" Tristan laughed. "Why are you still at the house, Tris?", Kevin asked, changing the subject. "Don't you feel well? Are you by yourself?" He was remembering Tristan's fainting spell last Saturday.

"Yes and no…"

"What?"

"Yes, I feel fine. I'm just a little tired from the trip and no - I'm not by myself. Jerald and Holly are here."

Kevin sighed and sat down on a patio chair that faced a lagoon. The villa and grounds were beautiful. What a waste!

"I miss you…"

Tristan smiled into the receiver. "That's good, Kevin. You're supposed to."

"Miss me?"

Tristan could almost envision him pouting. Her voice dropped and became husky.

"Oh baby....I miss you so bad. Last night I was laying in that big old bed, all alone - the breeze coming off the ocean, the waves pounding against the shore over and over…. God, Kevin..." Tristan started making little moaning noises into the receiver.

"What's wrong, Tris? Did you get sick last night?" Kevin's voice was laced with concern.

Tristan rolled her eyes. "No, Kevin! I didn't get sick!" she said sharply. She took a breath and began to whisper. "I got hot, baby. I was so horny.. God, I wanted you so bad, Kevin. My breasts just ached for …"

"Stop it, Tris!" Kevin said firmly. "You're teasin'!"

"I'm tryin'!"

"I think you need to cool off. I know I sure as hell do! Thanks for the hard on!" Kevin's tone eased a little as he pulled at the crotch of his pants. "Why don't you go down to the beach? Swim a little, nap a little. Just be careful - don't get burned."

"Well, Kevin, I can't do that, hon…"

"Why not?"

"You'll never believe this, but I can't seem to find my new bathing suit! You know the leopard print one? The thong?" Tristan had a pretty good idea of what must have happened to it.

"Oh?…."

"And I'm missing lingerie, too!"

"Really? Hmmm…." Kevin tried to act innocent. "What could have happened?"

"Oh I really think my things will turn up at home. I'm guessing I'll find them stuffed behind your caps where you hide everything!"

Kevin began to laugh nervously. Busted. "Well, Tris - go shopping! Get yourself some new things… They have stores in Cancun, don't they?"

"That's another reason I'm not sitting on the beach, Kevin. Holly, Jerald and I are going shopping. Jerald said he needed some things too, and said he's help me pick out a new suit. He said that y'all like the same things…"

Something about Jerald's comment didn't sit well with Kevin. The idea of Tristan modeling bathing suits for his brother made him a little uneasy. God, I'm being so stupid…

"You can manage to pick out your underwear by yourself, can't you Tris?" Kevin made a chuckling sound into the receiver but he wasn't really laughing.

"I decided that maybe I wouldn't replace my underwear, Kevin. Maybe I'll just go without. It's awfully warm down here…" Tristan held on and waited for the blast. It didn't take long.

"Don't be shittin' me, Tristan!" Kevin bellowed into the receiver.

"Listen - I've gotta go sweetie. Jerald's rented a car and he's honking…."

"Fuck, Jerald!"

"I'll talk to you later. Don't work too hard! Byeeee!"

"I love you!" Kevin shouted to a dial tone. "Shit…"

When Tristan, Jerald and Holly returned from their shopping expedition late that afternoon, two dozen Tropicana roses had been delivered.

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As phone calls flew across the wires, so did pictures. The girlfriends had no idea they were being photographed and filmed although certainly not to the extent that the guys were. The photographs gave Kevin his first peek at Tristan's new bathing suit. At least it wasn't a thong, but it was still very revealing. This suit covered more down below but less up top. Kevin hadn’t been sure that was possible and he wondered if the suit had been approved by his brother. The photographs of Tristan and the other girls reminded them all of the yearly Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue. The picture of Tristan showed her standing in the surf and looking down at her hip where she was adjusting the string tie on her lime colored suit. She had been in the water and had patches of sand stuck to her thigh. Tristan was wet. Kevin was aroused.

It was a couple of days before the next set of pictures surfaced. These were of the guys at a casino. They were all dressed in jackets and slacks and all of them were tanned except for Nick who appeared more pink than brown. Kevin wore linen. He looked good. So did the woman who was draping her arm around his back as they stood together at the roulette table.

"She probably works for the casino.." Tristan rationalized.

Amanda wasn't so kind. "You mean she probably works from the casino.." she frowned.

Every photograph of them gambling showed them with at least one female 'hostess'. AJ had two.

"Figures.." Amanda grumbled.

Two days later, photographs of the girls were released. There almost seemed to be a mini battle raging between the two groups of photographers. This set showed Holly playfully splashing a well-built native in the surf. The photo editors had conveniently cut out the man's girlfriend who was also playing with them in the water. Leighanne was shown at a cabana bar, sitting on a stool, in deep conversation with a blond beach boy. All of these pictures were sequenced, with at least three photos per set, which gave the viewer a stronger sense of unfolding events. Amanda was shown dancing with an anonymous man. In photo #1 she was holding up a drink. In #2, she was taking a sip and in photo #3, she was bent over, laughing. Tristan's photographs were seemingly innocent but they bugged the living shit out of Kevin. The first picture showed Jerald and Tristan sitting on a blanket. The shot was taken from behind and Tristan was looking to her left, away from Jerald. Jerald's head was turned in the same direction but his eyes were obviously resting on Tristan and not whatever had captured her attention. The second picture showed Jerald rubbing some tanning lotion on the small of Tristan's back. The third showed them both lying on their stomachs, getting some sun on their backs. They were facing each other. Her eyes were closed. His were not. He was looking at her face.

Kevin wasn't sure why his heart was pounding so hard. He trusted Tristan. When he looked over at his bandmates, they were all shaking their heads and mumbling amongst themselves about the pictures. All except for Brian. Brian was staring at Kevin. Brian knew Jerald. Kevin turned and left the room.

After ten days, Tristan was becoming increasingly bored with Cancun. She missed Kevin. They spoke almost everyday but the balmy breezes and laid back atmosphere seemed to be wasted on her. She was lethargic and lonely, even with all of her friends around her. Kevin had told her that some tracks had been laid and a few collaborations had gone well. When he asked what she had been up to, she rarely had anything interesting to report.

"Jerald's going to teach me to surf tomorrow." She told Kevin over the phone. Storms out at sea had resulted in some good waves.

Kevin balked. "You shouldn't mess with that! Jerald's not a professional. It can be dangerous. It's not like skateboarding, Tris…"

Tristan laughed at his worry. "God, Kevin! I'm not a kid! I'll be fine - probably won't like it anyway…"

Kevin really had no good argument. "Let me speak to Jerald.."

"He's gone out." Tristan giggled. "He's combing the city for gumdrops! And then he'll probably be stopping by a club. He needs to get out! Honestly, he hasn't left us in the ten days that we've been here!"

Hasn't left you, you mean.. Kevin rubbed his forehead. I've got to stop this… "Just be careful, Tris. I don't want you getting hurt."

"Ill be fine, darlin'. Jerald's taking good care of us. He even ran interference last night when this guy kept bugging me to dance with him. Jerald told him to back off and the guy got all tongue tied…" Tristan chuckled. "He thought Jerald and I were a couple…" Tristan kept laughing at such a ridiculous notion. Kevin kept waiting for the punch line. He wasn't amused.

Early the next afternoon, Kevin got a phone call from his brother. Tristan was en route to a local hospital.

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Kevin burst through the doors leading to a corridor of the hospital. Nick and AJ had flown with him and walked several paces behind. Brian and Howie would pack things up in Nassau and wait for word from Cancun before heading back to Florida.

Kevin spotted Jerald leaning against a wall at the far end of the hallway. He looked pale and scared. It had been several hours since he called Kevin - time enough for Holly to bring him some dry clothes. She was waiting with him for word from the doctor.

"Where is she?" Kevin bellowed down the hallway. He headed for Jerald with fire in his eyes and fear in his heart.

Jerald jumped. "She's in the imaging room, Kev. They wanted to do some x-rays or something…"

"Where's the doctor?" Kevin shouted.

A nurse scooted down the hall to where Kevin was flailing his arms in Jerald's face, looking for someone to blame for Tristan's being here.

"Please, senor!" she whispered. "Quiet, Please! Dr, Ramos is coming…Please.."

Kevin stepped away from Jerald and closed his eyes. After he took two deep breaths, he opened them again. Temper wouldn't help this situation. Holly was standing to his right with her arm wrapped around Nick's waist. She was staring at Kevin with wide eyes. AJ patted his shoulder trying to calm him down. When the nurse felt assured that there would be no more yelling she wiggled her finger at the group, indicating that they should follow her. No one spoke as she showed them into a small office with the name 'Fernando Ramos' on the door.

"You can wait in here." She said calmly. "Dr. Ramos is on his way." She closed the door and left.

When she left, Kevin turned to face his brother again, "What the fuck happened, Jerald? Why is Tristan here?"

Words started tumbling out of Jerald's mouth at breakneck speed. Kevin had to tell him to slow down. He noticed that Jerald's hands were trembling.

"I don't know what happened exactly, Kev. We were out in the water on our boards…" Kevin groaned. "…just laying there, waiting for a wave - you know - and I looked over at her and she looked funny, like she couldn't focus right or something. She started to get up on her knees, looked at me, closed her eyes and fell right off the God damned board into the water!

“That’s the way it happened, Kevin!” Holly cut in. “I was watching them from the beach. I saw Tristan fall off of the board.”

“She didn’t come up..” Jerald whispered, wiping his mouth. “I went in after her.”

“After a minute, I saw Jerald pulling Tristan to shore. When he could touch bottom, he picked her up…”

“I picked her up and carried her to the beach. She was breathing but not conscious..,” Jerald said anxiously, wringing his hands. “She just wouldn’t wake up…”

“I called an ambulance.” Holly explained. “They brought us here. That’s all we know.”

“That’s all we know.” Jerald repeated.

Kevin’s heart felt like it was in his throat. He should have made her go to the doctor the day she fainted in the kitchen…

“It sounds like she fainted, man.” AJ observed. “Maybe the motion of the waves made her dizzy or something..”

Kevin looked at the door and then turned away. “What’s taking so fuckin’ long!” He began to shout again. “They could've done a x-ray by now! Where the fuck is Ramos?”

“Here I am…”The door had opened and an elderly gentleman stood just inside the office. He had sheets of film in his hand. “And you are..?”

“Kevin Richardson.”

“Are you related to Miss Mallory?” the doctor asked kindly.

There is that damned question again…They must have to take a course on this friggin’ question in medical school! Kevin wasn’t about to play that game again.

“Her name is not Mallory. It’s Richardson!” Kevin spat. “Tristan Richardson! I am her husband!” He reached into his pocket and pulled out the simple gold band and then pushed it onto his finger almost defiantly. “Now tell me what’s wrong with my wife.” Kevin paused and his face began to crumble as his defiance broke. His voice became a whisper. “What’s wrong with my wife….”

“Awww, man…” AJ said softly. He blinked rapidly as he grabbed Kevin'’ shoulder. Amanda was right...

“Please sit down,” Dr. Ramos pointed to the chairs in front of his desk. Kevin complied. He was exhausted.

“I'm sorry this has taken so long,” the doctor began. “We were told by Miss Carmichael that Miss Mall…I mean Mrs. Richardson, had been hospitalized before and we needed to have some medical history faxed to us - particularly that information regarding a head injury she sustained in March of last year.

Kevin shuddered remembering Tristan’s stay in the Atlanta hospital. Was there some damage that had gone undetected? Some problem that was just coming to light?

Dr. Ramos continued. “Mrs. Richardson began to regain consciousness just after we received this information. She was agitated. We felt that, considering her medical history, we should do an MRI, so we gave her some medication. She's still asleep, but she’ll be awake before long. You can see her then.”

It took all of Kevin’s strength to ask, but he had to know.

“Did you find anything?”

His throat hurt. He could barely ask the question. He knew in his gut that they had.

“Perhaps we should speak alone, Mr. Richardson..”

“No. Go on.”

“We c..can wait outside, Kev.” Nick stammered and made a move towards the door.

“NO!” Kevin shouted. He grabbed Nick’s arm and stared him back into his former position. He needed his friends there.

“Very well, Mr. Richardson.” The doctor turned on a light box that hung on the wall beside his desk. He began sorting through sheets of film and selected several. Then he stopped for a moment and looked Kevin in the eye. “Yes. We did find something..”

Kevin felt the edges of darkness begin to creep into his field of vision. He put his hands to his eyes for a moment and drew deep breaths, trying to get some oxygen to his brain. When he looked up, the doctor had clipped three MRI images to the light box. The images showed Tristan’s body in sections. Shapes of different colors indicated various organs and the heat they emitted.

“You can see her brain is normal. There are no irregularities.”

Kevin was somewhat relieved but still held his breath. What is wrong?

Dr. Ramos pointed to the film of her upper body. “This is okay.” The doctor removed these two sheets and left the third. “Here is where we find irregularities..”

Kevin looked closely at the film. He saw it right away. Amid the blues and greens on the film lay two yellow spots. He remembered his mother telling him about his father’s cancer and it’s diagnosis. He heard Jerald gasp behind him. Yellow spots. Jesus help him. Tristan has some kind of abdominal cancer.

“Oh, God…”

Kevin groaned and clung to the arms of his chair. The fear and heartbreak of the past pressed into his soul. “Tumors..” he whispered. He wanted to run. He found himself slowly standing. His legs began to move his body towards the door. He needed to run….

“Mr. Richardson?”

The voice came from far away. Kevin’s hand reached for the knob. Then he felt someone grab him and jerk him around.

“Please! Mr. Richardson!”

Dr. Ramos held Kevin’s arm firmly and moved him back towards the desk. Kevin wanted to resist but he was too weak. Now Dr. Ramos was in his face, talking. Kevin thought it odd that the doctor had no accent. He focused on how the doctor was speaking, not what he was saying. Kevin didn’t want to hear the words.

“Mr. Richardson!”

The doctor was shaking him now. The voice sounded a little closer.

“Mr. Richardson! These spots are not tumors! They’re babies!”

Kevin peeked into Tristan’s room. She was still asleep. After he had recovered, Dr. Ramos explained that blood work had confirmed the pregnancy. Doctor in South Carolina had told Tristan that it would probably be some time before she became pregnant again and that her cycle would be irregular for several months after the miscarriage. It had been. She never suspected a thing. According to tests and physical measurements, it was estimated that she was about six weeks along. The twins would be due the first week in January. Kevin had cried like a baby. When he started, everyone but the doctor joined in.

Kevin and Jerald appraised each other for a moment. Jerald knew how much this meant to his brother and he hoped that the fleeting look of guilt he felt pass over his face had gone unnoticed by him. Kevin had noticed but welcomed Jerald's hug. Dr. Ramos stood by enjoying the moment. It wasn't often that he got to give out some good news.

"Your wife will be asleep for another hour. She can go home this evening." He turned off the light box and handed the abdominal film to Kevin. "You want this?" he asked hesitantly.

"Hell yes!" Kevin smiled and took the sheet. "Damn two babies…" He shook his head, grinning.

"You can give your wife the news when she wakes up." The doctor paused and then laughed. "That will a change, huh?" He gave Kevin the once over and then added, "You should get something to eat and try to relax before she wakes up. She may be disoriented and a little frightened."

Kevin positively glowed as he walked towards the cafeteria with his friends and brother. When they approached the hospital entrance, he stopped.

"I have to go out for a few minutes. Why don't you guys go on back to the house and relax. I'll bring Tristan back there later."

"I don't think I could keep my mouth shut!" Holly gushed. "They'll be worried and will want to know what's going on." She said, speaking of Amanda, Leighanne and Mason.

Kevin took Holly aside.

"You can tell them, Holly. It’s okay."

Kevin's permission to make an announcement surprised Holly. She paused and examined his expression. "I don't think I've ever seen you so happy, Kevin.." she said softly.

"I was this happy when Tristan and I got married." Kevin said gently, searching her face in return.

Holly sighed and looked at the floor. "Nick accidentally found your rings." She met Kevin's eyes. "Don't be mad…"

Kevin smiled and gave Holly a hug. "I'm not mad, Holly. Tris told me about Nick finding the rings."

Holly nodded and Kevin glanced over at Nick who was laughing with AJ and Jerald. He turned back to Holly.

"You know, Tris was under the impression that you probably wouldn't come on this trip. Mind telling me what changed your mind?"

Kevin watched as Holly's eyes cut over in the direction of the three men standing nearby. Then she looked back at Kevin. Their eyes seemed to lock for a moment.

"I don't know…just thought I should come…"

A thread of understanding passed between them. Kevin realized why Holly had come. He smiled softly.

"Thanks, Hol."

He bent down and kissed her on the cheek, surprising Holly again and then yanked on a piece of her hair before he went out of the door grinning. Holly could have sworn that his feet were not making contact with the floor. Kevin seemed to be literally walking on air.

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When Kevin returned to the hospital, Holly had left word that they would see them at the beach house later. He went directly to Tristan's room carrying a package and stepped quietly inside. She was till asleep. Even in the narrow hospital bed, she looked tiny. He didn't try to resist the urge to kick off his shoes and crawl into the bed with her. She lay on her side so he set his package on the side table and climbed in, snuggling up behind her in a spoon and wrapping his arms around her. She murmured a little as Kevin's hand found her belly and pressed against her as if searching for evidence of the blessed news. He was too happy to be scared or nervous. Kevin pushed his face into Tristan's hair and let another tear fall freely. He thought about how they had lost one baby and had now received the miracle of two. For a moment he wondered if one of these babies would be the little girl that left them in November. It gave him great comfort to think that. His head was still spinning when he felt Tristan stir.

He felt her suddenly tense and panic, struggling to pull away. Kevin's arm around her was all that kept her on the bed as she awoke, afraid and not knowing where she was.

"Kevin?" she shouted. She couldn't see him. She could only feel his hold on her.

"Shhh, baby. You're alright…" Kevin raised himself up on one elbow and turned her to her back. Her eyes were wide with alarm.

"What happened? Why are you here? Where am I?" The questions rolled out of her mouth as she struggled to get up.

"Tris..Tris.. " He murmured. "Hush now. It's okay…. Calm down…"

Kevin's hand moved on her belly. Finally she sank back down to the pillow. Her eyes darted around the unfamiliar room.

"Where are we?" she asked, clutching at Kevin's arm.

Kevin brushed a piece of hair from her cheek and tried to soothe her.

"It's alright baby..You passed out on a surfboard and fell into the water. Scared Jerald to death. Then he called me and scared me to death.." he smiled.

Tristan's eyes grew wet. "Oh God… I'm sorry Kevin.. Your work - your recording! I'm so sorry…"

"Don't, Tris. We were thinking about packing it in early anyway. I was gonna surprise you but it looks like you beat me to the punch!" Kevin chuckled and sat up on the edge of the bed.

"Am I alright?" Tristan asked quietly.

"You're great.." Kevin assured her, bringing her hand to his mouth and kissing her fingers.

"Can I go home, then?"

"In a few hours…" Kevin reached over to the table. "Here - I brought you a present!"

He handed Tristan the carefully wrapped package. There was a label stuck to the paper that read:

Cancun Booksellers
New - Used - Antique
Spanish-English-French
Cancun, Mexico

Kevin smiled at her excitement. She hadn't lost her love of surprises. Tristan ripped off the paper and stared at the cover of the book. He laughed at the question in her eyes. She looked at him, puzzled, and read the title out loud.

"Stories, Rhymes and Songs of my Childhood"

As Tristan flipped through the lavishly illustrated pages, Kevin recalled again her hours of practice for Megan's recital. He remembered his moment of realization, when he knew that Tristan didn't know the songs of childhood. He suspected correctly, that she was equally unfamiliar with nursery rhymes and most fairy tales, as well. The book was beautiful - large and leather covered with hand colored illustrations and gold embossing on the spine.

"I wrote something for you…" Kevin said, leading Tristan back to the front of the book.

Tristan smiled at him and began to read the message. She noticed that he had taken his time writing this. His pen strokes were more deliberate and neater than usual.

She read the note and then looked up into his face. Did she understand his message? Kevin's eyes were wet and he was watching her expectantly, measuring her reaction to what he had written. She looked back down at the aged vellum and read the inscription again.

"A baby?" she whispered. A tear fell from her cheek and splashed on the 'n' in his signature, causing it to blur a little.

Kevin put his finger under her chin and raised her face to meet his.

"No…" He smiled and raised two fingers.

"Twins?" she mouthed to him.

Kevin nodded, unable to speak. Tristan threw her arms around his neck, holding his head against his shoulder. Soon her shoulder was wet.

"I hope those are happy tears.." she whispered, running her fingers through his hair. She felt his head turn and his lips found her neck.

"God, yes…." Tristan could barely hear him.

The children's book had moved off of Tristan's lap to the mattress where it lay still open to Kevin's loving sentiment.

My Darling Tristan,

Fate has dealt us many cruel blows during our lives but it has given us some blessings, too. The old saying 'Be careful what you wish for…' doesn't hold true for me because I've wished for this day for a long time. You have no idea of what you’re going to give me, do you?
Study this book carefully, sweetheart. There will be a quiz in 7 1/2 months.

All that I am, all that I will be, all that I have is yours.
I love you.

Kevin

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