Shannon’s POV.
I’m on my seventh cup of coffee this morning. I feel like a mombie. Mom and zombie. I even look like one. In fact, I look sick, and not in a good way. I look grey, and ill.
The twins are definitely teething, and I know they are missing their mommy and daddy. They didn’t sleep great last night. In the end, I gave in and brought them into the big bed with me. I had Rose on my left arm and Gypsy on my right. They both fell asleep in my arms and I was left staring at the ceiling.
Every time I closed my eyes to sleep, one of them would whimper in their sleep. So I stayed awake. I need to go to the pharmacy today and get them something for those nasty toothie-pegs that are causing them so much pain.
Chance is up and had his breakfast and is now dressed. The twins, however, are
