Five years of peace had passed. After the death of the Black Widow, everything had been perfect. Kate and the girls had grown their store; now they had two branches in the most important cities. One was run by Cristy and the other by Ally, who had married three years ago in a double wedding. They were happy, especially Arthur, whose fierce little woman was seven months pregnant. Even though Cristy woke him up at four in the morning with cravings, he would run without hesitation. And it was no wonder: they were expecting twins.

Cristy almost fainted when they told her it would be two—one boy and one girl. She punched Arthur’s chest, yelling:

—You couldn’t get me pregnant with just one, it had to be two! After this delivery, I’m getting surgery, I don’t want more babies!

Arthur only nodded with a huge smile. His dream of becoming a father was coming true with his fierce little woman, and to top it off, it would be two.

Bastien was working in his office with Lucca when he saw his little