~Sienna~

The morning sun spills into the kitchen, bright and unforgiving, but for the first time in months, the weight on my chest feels a little lighter. I move around the counter, flipping pancakes and brewing a pot of coffee while the familiar, chaotic sounds of three six-month-olds fill the house.

Nova is already in the thick of it. She is obsessed. She has been up since dawn, hovering over the cribs like a protective hawk. When I try to reach in to pick up Noah, she playfully swats my ...