The sun had set hours ago, leaving the condo bathed in a soft, golden glow from the dimmed lights of the nursery. The twins were finally asleep—or at least, they seemed to be. Michael and Marnie sat side by side on the couch, their bodies weary but hearts full.
Michael cradled a blanket around his shoulders, eyes glued to the monitor displaying the sleeping twins in their cribs. Marnie leaned against him, sipping on a lukewarm cup of tea she hadn’t had the energy to finish earlier.
“I don’t think anyone warned us about this,” Marnie said softly, voice laced with exhaustion. “No one told us just how tiring the first night alone with twins would be.”
Michael let out a long sigh, one arm wrapped protectively around her shoulders while the other rested near the monitor, ready to spring into
