When I finally got pregnant, I was equally terrified and excited.
The ultrasound tech moved the wand across my belly, squinting at the screen. Then she smiled. “Well, looks like you’ve got two heartbeats in there.”
“Twins?” He grabbed my hand, his whole face lit up like Christmas morning. “Oh God, Ava. Double the dream.
This is perfect.”
I should’ve been thrilled. Instead, I felt a weird flutter of anxiety that had nothing to do with morning sickness.
“Nick,” I said carefully. “You know I can’t just stop working, right?
I mean, we’ve talked about this…”
He cut me off, squeezing my hand harder.
“Baby, I’ve got this. I’ll handle everything… diapers, midnight feedings, all of it. You’ve worked too hard to give up your career now.
I mean it.”
