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.

looked him in the eye.

“The babies won’t.” A long pause. “Your wife will.”

Trevor didn’t answer. He couldn’t.

I pointed upstairs.

“There’s a suitcase waiting for you in our bedroom.”

He walked up slowly. A few seconds later, he gasped.

“Katie?”

His voice echoed through the hallway.

He came back downstairs carrying the suitcase.

It was packed with diapers, burp continue reading …