Page 81 of Breaking Bristol

I was looking forward to seeing how beautiful our daughters would be. How could they be anything but with Bristol as their mother? “How many?”

“Three.”

I must have done something right in my life to be blessed like that. “I can’t wait to meet them.”

“Take your time down there, Matty.”

“I intend to.”

“Love you, bro.”

“Who are you talking to?” Bristol sat up on the bed and took a drink of water. She did amazing, but honestly, I wasn’t surprised. She just was amazing.

I moved from the window to the bed and sat at the bend of her legs, then looked into her sparkling golden eyes and told her the truth. “I was talking to Mikey.”

“He’s gorgeous.”

“He is.”

She wiggled her fingers, and I kissed his cheek before setting him in her arms. “Have you ever seen anything so perfect?”

“Only every time I look at you.”

Her gaze never left our son, but she laughed quietly. “Just wait until I’m old and wrinkly, you won’t be saying that then.”

“Look at me, sweetheart.” Her eyes came to mine, and I ran my knuckle down the side of her face. “I will never not think you aren’t the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Today, tomorrow, ten years from now, even when I’m long gone and looking down on you, you will always be perfect.”