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.

“Good.”

I finally relaxed.

Then one day, Trevor walked into the kitchen carrying his phone with the biggest grin I’d seen in weeks.

“You’ll never guess what happened, Kats!”

“What?”

“The guys finally booked the beach trip.”

I stared at him.

“What beach trip?”

“The one we’ve been talking about forever.” He held up the confirmation email. “Five days.”

“Trevor…”

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