Olivia
The soft rustling of leaves and the melodic chirping of birds greeted the dawn.
Weeks had passed since Elliot and Aurora were born. Nathan and I went through all of the necessary, and sometimes grueling, phases of early parenthood: figuring out schedules, spending sleepless nights tending to the babies, changing diapers, and cleaning up messes.
Nathan was a wonderful father. I could tell already, just from the way that he interacted with little Elliot and Aurora. Their bond was so strong already that even when he entered the room, their faces lit up. I felt as though I had made the right choice, making his leap of faith with him.
But there had been something on my mind. Aurora and Elliot were a little over a month old now, and today was the day.
I felt an odd mi
