Time passed. At three months old, the babies finally fit into newborn clothes. Keeley's days were filled with reading to them, bathing them, feeding them, and changing countless diapers.

Aaron still hadn't deposed his father, unsure how to handle Lacy Knighton. He'd had Aiden drop all other work to investigate every aspect of her life, searching for incriminating information—without success.

Summer arrived, and Keeley's cabin fever was intense. Except for doctor's appointments (sneaked in while Aaron was at work), she hadn't left the house. Groceries were delivered or bought at the downstairs convenience store. To avoid going insane, she spent considerable time on the terraces, bringing the babies out in their bouncers, shaded by umbrellas, while she worked on a rooftop garden.

The project took three weeks, but the top terrace now resembled a small forest. She'd researched container-friendly plants, resulting in a variety of trees, flowers, and shrubs.

It was enjoyable, but Keeley longed for more freedom—to take the babies for walks. She exercised in the downstairs gym when she could, but it wasn't the same as fresh air. Her father and the Singletons visited often, but it wasn't a substitute for going to see them. Aaron, however, didn't want her going out while Lacy was still canvassing the area.

Finally, on a sunny Saturday afternoon, after employing her best puppy-dog eyes, she convinced him. He agreed, on the condition they go all the way to Brooklyn to meet her father there.

Keeley loved the birdsong and sunlight on the ground, a welcome change from the rooftop. Pushing the twins in their unused double stroller was relaxing. She'd lost her baby weight and could wear her old clothes again, opting for shorts and a tie-dye tank top to beat the heat.

"This is so nice," she sighed happily.

"You should get out more," her dad said, oblivious to her predicament. He assumed she preferred his visits because it was difficult to get the babies into the car.

"Yeah, I should," she replied, giving her husband a pointed look. He pretended not to notice.

Keeley knew his overprotectiveness stemmed from losing her once before, but it was becoming ridiculous. She couldn't stay in their apartment forever.

"We could go on vacation," Aaron suggested. "The twins are old enough to fly."

She hadn't considered it. The idea was exciting; they hadn't vacationed together since their honeymoon in their first life.

"Can we really?"

"My father might have a heart attack if I ask for vacation time, but I do have it. Where would you want to go that's baby-friendly?"

Baby-friendly… she had no idea. She'd need to research options, keeping it relatively close; more than a couple of hours in a car or plane wouldn't be ideal.

"I'll figure something out," she said, suddenly energized. A vacation sounded wonderful.

Violet and Kaleb babbled happily, enjoying the park. They resembled each other, but were no longer mistaken for identical twins. Violet's hair was dark and thick, while her brother's was wispy and blond. Both had the blue eyes common in Caucasian babies, leaving their future eye color uncertain. Keeley hoped at least one would inherit Aaron's dark blue irises; her brown eyes felt boring, a lingering envy of her brother's blue eyes from his life.

"Would you like to come with us, Robert?" Aaron asked her father.

He seemed surprised. "Are you sure? I wouldn't want to intrude."

"You're family," Aaron shrugged. "It would be nice to have you."

Keeley's heart swelled at her father's delight. She wanted to kiss Aaron, but there were too many witnesses.

"I'd love to. When are you planning to go?"

"A few weeks from now. It will give us both time off. We can go for a weekend, missing only a few days."

An idea struck her. "Niagara Falls? A plane ride is under two hours. It's crazy I've never been, since it's in New York. We can use the stroller."

She'd gotten her passport last year, anticipating a January trip to Europe that hadn't happened due to her unstable pregnancy. Babies didn't need passports to enter Canada, only birth certificates for re-entry into the United States. They could easily visit both sides of Niagara Falls.

"Dad, do you have a passport?" Keeley asked.

"No, I've never needed one."

"I can get it expedited," Aaron reassured him. "With a photo tomorrow, it'll be ready by Monday."

They continued chatting, unaware that someone was watching them with a hostile expression.

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