" How many more children do you think I’ll be able to handle?” Blythe asked, her voice infused with a mixture of laughter, genuine puzzlement and a touch of exasperation.
Alena and Steele looked at each other. They looked at Darby. Then Lana. All of them shrugged at the same time. It was Steele who answered.
“Any number, Blythe. However many need you. "
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