I knew the blind date was going badly when he checked his watch for the third time. “Sorry,” he muttered, “you’re… not what I expected.” My heart stung, but before I could leave, two identical little girls tugged my coat. Their eyes were wide, hopeful. “Miss… will you be our mom?” My breath stopped. Their father froze. And suddenly… Christmas didn’t feel so cold anymore. But what exactly had I just stepped into?
I knew the blind date was going badly when he checked his watch for the third time. “Sorry,” he muttered, “you’re… not what I expected.” […]