I was sitting on one of the leather couches in my dad's new house and looking around the small living room. Pictures of Ryan and I when we were younger hung up on the walls in beautiful wooden frames. I smile at the brand new one hanging on the left side of the wall of Me, my dad and the twins on the day they were born. My hair was in a messy bun and my makeup was a mess and smeared due to my sweating from just barely giving birth. I looked like s**t, to be honest.
"Okay, so the twins eat at eight?" My dad asks coming back into the living room with a cup of water.
I nod my head and fold Maddison's blanket and wrapped her in it while she sleeps in the portable play pin that I brought over for Christian and her to sleep in.
"Yes but sometimes they get hungry earlier so check their diaper
