Lucas
The baby monitor vibrated violently on my bedside table, dragging me out of sleep.
I didn’t need to check the screen to know what it was.
The babies were crying again.
I sat up, rubbed my face, and glanced at the time. Third night since we brought them home. Third night of barely any sleep.
I had insisted the nursery monitor be linked to my room. If my sons cried, I wanted to hear it. No third party stories.
I stepped into the elevator and headed down, my body heavy with exhaustion.
The nursery lights were dim when I walked in. Anna stood by the crib, Maurice in her arms and a bottle tilted carefully toward his mouth. He turned his face away, screaming. A few drops slipped in, he spat them out and cried even harder.
“What is it?” I asked, rubbing my eyes. My voice came out ro
