She laughed for the first time.
“Are you really sure?”
“Absolutely.”
I thought I was simply helping a struggling mother get somewhere safe. Birthdayparty planning
I had no idea that this small act of kindness was about to expose a family secret I’d been unaware of for years.
After properly securing both infant car seats, we began the drive.
Emily sat in the back between her babies.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered.
“For what?”
“For making you do all this.”
“Emily, you’re caring for two newborns. You’re allowed to need help.”
She stared out the window.
“Nathan says I complain too much.”
“About what?”
“Being tired. Asking him to help with nighttime feedings. Needing a break.”
I shook my head.
“Does he help with the babies?”
“I asked him to take one feeding. He said he’d already worked all day.”
“And he thinks caring for newborn twins isn’t work?”
