Taylor

Nurse Adams pushes buttons on my IV pump. “Do you have names picked out for your twins?” she asks, making small talk.

I simply nod yes. I don’t want to divulge the names in case Kennedy or Jackson have changed their minds.

Tears over take me; I can’t blame these on hormones. My time in the cozy family of three has come to an end. After months of company, I’m alone again. Although Kennedy and I struggled during the pregnancy, Jackson and I grew very close. I ...