Formula running low.
He became the first person awake whenever either daughter cried.
Frank visited occasionally, but he always called before coming.
One Saturday, Trevor’s friends invited him on another beach trip.
He read the message while one baby slept on his shoulder and the other played nearby.
I was preparing for my first afternoon out with friends since giving birth.
Trevor deleted the invitation and replied:
“Already exactly where I want to be.”
A knock sounded at the door.
Frank stood outside.
Trevor handed him the second diaper bag.
“Does this resort ever close?” Frank joked.
Trevor smiled.
“Best booking I ever made.”
I kissed my daughters goodbye and picked up my purse.
For months, I had worried about what would happen if I became exhausted or needed time for myself.
Now I knew someone else would respond when the next baby cried.
For the first time since becoming pregnant, I walked out of the house without leaving a list of instructions behind.
