Both babies were finally asleep.

Lena leaned back against the couch.

“Did you ever think it would turn out like this?” she asked.

I shook my head.

“Not even close.”

She smiled slightly. “Me neither.”

I looked around the room—the cribs, the life we were beginning to build together.

Then I looked at her.

“We’re going to be okay,” I said.

She nodded.

“Yeah. We are.”

From the other room, Noah made a small sound.

A moment later, Maya followed.

Two different cries.

Two different lives.

But this time, they weren’t alone.

And neither were we.

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