BYRON

Taylor and I arrived at the restaurant ten minutes before the twins and their mother did. For some unknown reason I was panicked. The entire restaurant had air condition running yet sweat trickled down my spine. My breath came out in gasps. I turned to Taylor to see if she noticed but she was busy on her phone. I kept drinking water to calm my nerves. I heard my princess's voice calling out to me ‘doughnut guy’, her ponytails flapping as she ran to me, and then surprisingly I got calm. She jumped on my lap giggling and panting from her race. I hugged her so tight, afraid to let her go.