~Sienna~

The weekend is for my and my babies alone, no nanny, just a little a help form my mom as usual.

Today’s Saturday morning arrives with a relentless sun that bleeds through my curtains, mocking the heavy, complicated secret I’m nursing. I’m in the middle of a diaper-change assembly line, triplets are a marathon, not a sprint—when my phone vibrates on the changing table.

It’s Nova. My heart skips a beat, a familiar mixture of affection and pure, unadulterated terror.

"Hey, ...