“Mama?” The boys come tottering down the stairs.
Too soon, just…too soon.
Still kneeling on the floor, I raise my shaking hands to my eyes, working to wipe away the tears, but they’re still coming.
Shit, s**t – no part of me wants my boys to see me cry, but I just can’t stop –
Two little arms wrap around my shoulders from the left side, resting a little brown head against my shoulder. Sniffing, I reach a hand up to wrap around a little forearm as the other twin comes to hug me on my other side.
I’m a little twin sandwich, squeezed between their sweet, empathetic little hearts. God, what did I ever do to deserve them?
“Are you okay, mama?” Ian whispers, true concern in his voice.
I clear my throat, doing my best to sound steady, but my voice trembles when I answer.
“I’m going to be
