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.

glanced toward the chalkboard.

“Looks like Sunrise Bottle Service begins in five minutes.”

Trevor sighed. “I’m starting to hate this resort.”

Mom poured coffee. “Management appreciates your feedback.”

Even I laughed.

By the fourth day, Trevor stopped complaining.

By the sixth, he no longer waited to be asked.

One afternoon I reached for a bottle. Trevor quietly continue reading …