I hung up from my work call just as Grace was bursting through the door of my home office.

“Daddddddyyyy!!!” She screamed with glee and jumped into my lap.

Jordan wasn’t far behind. “Gracie, I told you that when daddy’s door is closed, that means it’s important to knock first.

“Sorry, Papa…but I want to show Daddy what I made!”

“What did you make, baby?” I asked, giving Jordan a wink to let him know it was okay.

She proudly held up a piece of white paper with various lines of crayon sprinkled throughout.

“WOW! This is lovely!”

“Yeah! It’s for the babies in your tummy. They can have it when the get born,” she said, placing her little hand on my growing belly. I was four months in and my baby bump was just beginning to show. Actually, I should say babies bump as we had recently discovered we were having twins.

“When are they getting born again, Papa?” Jordan scooped her from my lap and turned her upside down. She started giggling uncontrollably.

“They are going to be born when you are five!” Jordan said as he turned her right side up again.

“FIVE! And then we’ll have a party, right?”

“Right!” We both exclaimed at the same time. Just then, a faint cry began to steadily gain momentum from the next room.

Jordan, still carrying Grace, turned to her, “Sounds like someone is up from his nap. Let’s go see what Ben is crying about and let Daddy finish working, okay?”

“Okay, Papa!”

Like a whirlwind, they left just as quickly as they arrived. I had a few more calls to make on this cloudy Tuesday afternoon, but I knew it would be hard as I was already starting to salivate thanks to the smell of the pot roast that Jordan had been slow-roasting downstairs. Who would have thought that my business-minded alpha would have turned into the best stay-at-home dad in the history of the world?!

Thankfully, since moving out of the city, HFS allowed me to work from home up to three days per week, so I only had to endure two days of a two and a half hour commute.

But it was worth it. Our new home north of the city was the perfect place to raise a family. Instead of a 1,000 square-foot apartment in the middle of a crowded city, my children were being raised in a three-bedroom Victorian-style house surrounded by trees. We even had a vegetable and herb garden, and a chicken coup (at the insistence of Jordan who had become obsessed with making sure the entire household was eating as cleaning and sustainably as possible).

As soon as Grace was born, Jordan had fallen so in love with her that he worked out an incredible severance package with his company in order to stay home so that we could continue to expand our growing family. As I had finally come into my own in the professional world, I was thrilled with this notion.

Next, Ben came along and, soon, we’d be a party of six.

Looking out my second story office window at the lake just beyond the grove of redwood trees, I couldn’t help but smile to myself at how unexpected my relationship with Jordan had been at the beginning. Now, I thanked God every day that I was able to put my fears behind me and let him be my alpha because no one else could ever compare.