That hug.
That hug.I wasn’t sure who needed it more—Scott, myself, or us both equally.
Two hours later, the embrace should’ve been a distant memory.
Except it wasn’t.
He’d felt so good in my arms. A solid weight and presence. Not some ethereal being like he’d seemed last night when he’d first dropped the twins into my arms and took off. This morning he felt more grounded. And he looked great in his outfit.
Smart.
I, on the other hand, looked pretty rough. I had circles under my eyes, I wore yesterday’s clothes, and I was just…rumpled.
Not a good look.
But this was what parents endured, and if anything was to come out of this disaster, it’d be an increase in my empathy toward parents—especially single ones.
Despite the fact Alicia somehow got oatmeal in her hair, breakfast was a re
