The condo had been transformed into what looked like a miniature festival. Bright balloons, banners with cartoon characters, and a carefully arranged table of baby-friendly treats filled the living room. Michael had been working non-stop for the past week, coordinating every detail of the twins’ first birthday party. He even made a list of emergency contacts, “just in case” anything went wrong.
Marnie watched him as he hovered over every detail, clipboard in hand, eyes scanning the room like a general inspecting troops.
“Michael,” she said gently, “it’s a birthday party for babies. Not a military operation.”
He didn’t look up. “Exactly. And babies are unpredictable. This requires precision and preparation. I refuse to take any chances. Remember last week’s park outing? I won’t allow any
