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“I wouldn’t say not well, just not as expected. I was expecting it to be easier,” he admitted as the redhead went into the kitchen.

“Renovations take forever. This house took months longer than we expected, too. But we knew it would take a lot of work when he bought it. It was the perfect house for Sera,” Harrison stated and looked around the room. Chris had to admit the house was beautiful.

“What are your plans with the house?” Jonas asked.

“Live in it forever,” Harrison answered in confusion.

“I meant Chris. Are you and Agatha going to move over there? Are you going to keep two houses?” Jonas watched as his wife came out of the kitchen.

“Sell it. I never planned to live there.” Buzz cast him a look and headed back to her sisters. It was a look that told him he hadn’t won her over yet and probably never would.

“The girls are talking,” Harrison said of the sisters’ odd behavior.

“I know, my wife can’t keep a secret. Might be why she wasn’t a good reporter.” Jonas watched the redhead.

Chris turned to them. “How do you know?”

“They play telephone. One tells another, and so on until they all know. Sometimes the message gets messed up, and sometimes they tell the wrong person. Agatha’s baby was quite the surprise.” Harrison guessed what that they could be talking about now.

“She was a surprise for Agatha, too. I don’t think she ever planned on seeing her again,” Chris admitted.

“Agatha can be like that,” Jonas said as he watched his wife move across the floor, pretending to tidy up but was just moving from one sister to another, whispering.

Ignoring the comment, Chris asked, “Why don’t the sisters look alike?”

Harrison looked at him. “They do. The twins and Harper look a lot alike. Emma and Violet’s dad isn’t Bradford. Not that it matters to Sera, but it explains a lot.”

“I think only Agatha looks different. Buzz fits in better,” Jonas said as Lucy, or was it Mabel, announced that the meal was ready. Chris couldn’t yet tell them apart when they were separated. Together, it was easy.

Chris waited to get up because there were way too many people heading to the kitchen and saw Agatha do the same thing. When she saw him, she went over, set Poppy on his lap, and sat down.

Sighing, she closed her eyes. “That was as bad as I thought it was going to be.”

“But it will pass. In a few days, they won’t remember you didn’t tell them.” He put and arm around her and kissed her head.

“Not in my family. Shit never goes away.” She leaned into him further.

“Maybe this time it will.” He tried to comfort her.

“Isn’t this cute?” one of Agatha’s blonde sisters said, looking at them.

“How was fucking Mom’s brother at work?” Agatha said and rolled away from Chris so quickly he didn’t even know what was happening.

“Shit, Ag, it was never at work!” The blonde dove at Agatha, missing but catching her foot.

Agatha laughed and kicked at her sister, almost shaking her. “Should I tell him about that guy who followed you from France?”

From atop Agatha on the floor, the blonde said, “Should I tell yours about the two that came down from your room buck naked? Where were their clothes, Ag?”

“I don’t think they even knew, Harper”

“I know, because you’re a shit,” Harper said as her husband pulled her off Agatha.

“Really, you two?” Lucy or Mabel said.

“Lucy!” Agatha said from the floor with an evil grin.

“Do not even!” Lucy warned her.

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