DOMINIC'S POV
The first night home with twins is chaos.
Sophia cries, which wakes Claire, who cries louder. I'm holding one while Emma feeds the other. We're both exhausted.
"I don't know what she wants," I say, bouncing Sophia gently.
"Try the pacifier."
I try. She spits it out and screams harder.
"Maybe she's hungry too?"
"She just ate an hour ago."
"Maybe she's still hungry?"
Emma looks like she might cry. "I don't know, Dominic. I don't know what I'm doing."
Mrs. Kowalski appears like magic. "Give her to me. You both need sleep."
"We can't ask you to—"
"You're not asking. I'm telling. Go sleep. Two hours minimum."
We're too tired to argue.
In bed, Emma says, "We're terrible at this."
"It's been one day."
"Exactly. One day and we're already failing."
"We're not failing.
