You were sitting in the kitchen, feeding your two twin daughters Miriam and Elizabeth, Miriam having your eyes and skin tone yet your husband's white hair while Elizabeth has your hair yet Evan's red eyes and tanned skin. Hearing the front door open, you assume it is your mother-in-law who always helped you wish earned her to have the same name as one of your daughters. Yet there stood your husband, eyes widened and mouth agape in awe.

"Are those...?" Evan whispered in his deep and rich voice which was suddenly so quiet while he approached.