Priscilla
The alarm on my phone goes off, and I wake up alone in bed again. I sigh as I touch the empty spot where Jack should be. My other hand is on my large belly. The twins are due any day now, and Jack is always traveling. Even though he moved us back to Hope Springs, he must still travel.
I slowly work to get myself upright and sway for a moment while one of the babies kicks me hard. “Yeah, yeah,” I mutter. “I love you too.” With a loud groan, I stand up and stretch, then run for the toilet. I heard Quentin crying for me from his room as I was finishing. I hurried down the hall, and he was standing up in his crib. He screams happily and claps his hands. “Good morning to you,” I say as I pick him up. “I bet you are hungry.”
“Mama,” He babbles, warming my heart.
I carry him dow
