I carried a baby for my twin brother — and when he looked at her back he handed her to me and said, "I'm not taking her home."

I carried a baby for my twin brother — and when he looked at her back he handed her to me and said, "I'm not taking her home."

Danny and I are twins. Thirty-five.

He and Lorna had been trying for eight years. Four cycles, two losses, and a stretch in 2023 where Lorna did not really come to anything.

And in the March of 2024 they asked me.

They did it badly, over about forty minutes, with a lot of "you can absolutely say no."

And I said yes in about four seconds and then pretended to think about it for a week so that they would believe I had.

Because Danny has been my best friend since before either of us could talk.

Because I have a son, Charlie, and I know what it is.

And because the happiest I have ever seen that man in his adult life is on my kitchen floor with a four-year-old on his back.