Griffin
My sleep is interrupted when my daughter starts to cry. I sigh and open my eyes. I sit up and notice that Atlas isn’t in the room. “Atlas?” I call out while getting up and walking to the crib with my babies. The boys are still asleep, and both lie on top of Sabre. I gently move them around, pick up Sabre, and hold her to my chest.
“There, there, baby girl. I guess they got used to hiding you, huh?” I smile at her. She looks at me with brown eyes that resemble my mother’s. I walk over and sit on the couch. “You know you have your Grandma’s eyes.” I kiss her forehead. I never thought I would so easily fall into the role of mother. But the moment I looked Sabre in the eyes, I knew I would die for my children. While cooing at my daughter, I wonder where Atlas is. There is a knock on
