Iosef sighed in relief that she seemed okay, and then chuckled along with her. "Ain't that the truth..."
He leaned back on the chair again and looked at Chelsea. "We're four. I have a twin, and then two younger ones." And that was somewhat of a miracle; a workaholic taking time to be pregnant three times was the weirdest thing in the world - especially since it never looked as though she'd wanted them in the first place.