Arielle I stood in the middle of the nursery witj one hand on my back because these babies were turning me into a tired old woman and the other hand holding a tiny pair of socks that looked small enough to fit a doll. He was at the far corner struggling with the crib even though he had insisted he didn’t need help. I was watching him but he didn’t know. He was cursing under his breath fighting with one of the screws then he stopped, glanced at my stomach and suddenly everything softened.He came closer, slow like he didn’t want to disturb the air around me. He knelt not caring that his jeans might stain and pressed both hands on my belly like he was trying to feel their heartbeat through his palms. Then he spoke to them, his voice low and almost shy even though he didn’t like admitting he could ever be shy.“Hey you two. Your mother is stressing me out today. I know you can hear me so shift to the left or something and make space because she won’t rest.” He murmured. I burst out l
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