*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 ...