TWO Baseball Teams

"Are you sitting down?", I opened, on the phone with my sister Brenda. "I think you'd better." In my recent research into our birth father's life and career I uncovered another two younger sisters somewhere in or around Little Rock, Arkansas-Twins born in approx. 1980. They would now be about 21.
"Oh my-", Brenda gasped, stunned--but only for a moment. "Actually", she quickly reconsidered, "That shouldn't surprise me." Jimmy Cook was as well known for being a ladies man, both handsome and active into his 60's. He had his first child in his mid-teens and his last in his mid-60's.
Imagine eighteen children-including sets of twins and triplets-ranging in age between 21 and 60. There were the triplet boys and Kenny, all of whom passed away early on. There's Jim Jr, Jean and Linda, Mary & Patti, Thelma (who prefers to be called Teri), Brenda, Barbara & (William) David-who are missing, Irene, Lester, me and the twin girls, the names of which are unknown to us. And there may even be more. That's more than the Brady's, the Jackson's, the Parton's, The Dion's and the Osmond's. I think ol' Jimmy "JD" Cook has even the prolific Anthony Quinn beat. So much for ever feeling alone in the world. We'll have to rent out a convention center for the family reunion.
My sister Teri-who, at 40 has had 8 boys and 1 girl (including twins) while on birth control-warns me that in terms of a genetic pool, we are extremely fertile and prone to multiples.
"Yikes!", yipped Michael, hesitating to touch me. After hearing this He's reluctant to even look at me with love his eyes.
"Oh, what's a kid or two or twelve", I razzed, dragging him across the bedroom by the belt loops.
"Help!", he laughed, pushed onto the bed. (And he never thought I'd get over my fear of intimacy.) Be Afraid. Be Very Afraid. I've Cook blood in these here veins.

"Ooo, twins?" Ian salivated, calling upon hearing the news. "Are they hot? I bet they're hot! Can I meet them?"
"Cool your jets, Crawford", I scolded. "This isn't the Cook dating service."
"Well, you went and got married", he complained. "And not to me!"
"Are you going to resent me for that forever?"
"I don't resent you", he sighed. "I just miss you." Part of me will always love Ian, and sadly, I think Michael knows this. But it is he who I am in love with, with he that I hope to have a roost of rugrats one day and with him that I plan to spend the rest of my life.