The condo was silent. The only sounds were the soft hum of the air conditioner and the occasional creak of the floorboards as Michael paced outside the twins’ nursery.
Michael had spent the entire day checking, rechecking, and triple-checking the cribs, monitors, and baby supplies. He had even programmed a spreadsheet with feeding schedules, diaper change times, and nap intervals down to the minute.
Marnie, on the other hand, was lying on the couch, exhausted but amused by Michael’s obsession. “You know,” she murmured, rubbing her belly, “they haven’t even arrived yet, and you’re already treating the nursery like a battlefield.”
Michael stopped pacing and gave her a sharp look. “Marnie… this is serious. These are my children. I cannot take any risks. Any risk!”
She sighed, smiling. “I
