CHAPTER 4

Sienna

I know I'm in trouble the second Jolie brings me a baby doll, tucks it under my shirt, and says, "Now you got lots like Mommy."

Jaxon stares down at the plastic infant currently lodged between my breasts and my dignity, and I wonder if this is what foreshadowing feels like.

"I'm not having triplets," I tell them.

"You got two," Jolie says, patting my belly.

"She's right," Jaxon adds. "That'