My husband left for a vacation just days before my scheduled C-section with our twins—but when he finally came back, his knees were trembling.

warmer, and finished assembling the second bassinet that Trevor had left half-finished.

Frank never once acted like he deserved credit. He simply looked around the room. Found the next job. Did it.

That first night I thanked him.

“I really appreciate you coming.”

Frank didn’t look up from washing bottles.

“Please don’t.”

I frowned. “What?”

“I’m not here because continue reading …