"Good morning, Daddy. Are those your famous pancakes I smell?"
"Good morning and you bet they are," Blaine replied cheerfully.
As Blaine served the pancakes, he looked up at his daughter, expecting to see brown-haired, green-eyed Brooke. Instead, sitting in front of him was a girl with black hair, brown eyes, and Reese's smile. It was Natalie. She was sitting at the table, as naturally as if she had sat there every morning of her life.
