*Shelby*
The house was quiet, save for the faint sound of the twins' gentle breathing as they peacefully slumbered in their cribs. I couldn't help but smile down at them. Michael had lunch with Lauren earlier that day, and now we stood side by side in the kitchen, working together to tidy up the remnants of my own meal.
As we cleared the dishes–and bottles and teethers–Michael's voice broke the tranquility.
"Shelby," he began cautiously, "I had something I wanted to talk to you about, something Lauren brought up today."
The sudsy water had grown cool in my hands as I slowly spun to face him. His eyes were wide, almost fearful, and I could feel apprehension radiating off him like heat waves from a hot summer road. My muscles tensed and I braced myself, preparing for whatever news he was about to share.
