I’d given birth without him.
The extra pair of hands had made the journey possible.
I’d barely slept, but I wanted to surprise Ryan.
I couldn’t wait for him to see our girls.
I’d spent most of the trip picturing him dropping his bag and reaching for a baby.
And for a while, someone else would be around to help with the challenge of caring for twins.
I wanted to surprise Ryan.
I’d handled the birth, the night feeds, and the evenings when both babies cried while I sat on the bathroom floor, trying not to wake the neighbors.
Every few days, Ryan called over bad ship Wi-Fi.
“When I’m home, everything changes, babe. I promise.”
The doors opened, and Ryan appeared, but he wasn’t alone.
I’d handled the birth
He came out laughing, his arm around a woman pulling a pink suitcase.
