Whose idea was this, she wondered as she looked into her sleep-deprived eyes. If she wasn’t careful, bags would begin to appear on a permanent basis and she’d look much older than her years. While she stood there, her gaze wandered down to her belly, and she bit back a sob. Still protruding even though the twins were four months old. Whyyyy! Who would want to see me in a thong now? The bathroom door opened without a knock, and she averted her face to hide her tears. “Damn, can’t you knock for once, Tripp?” She waited for him to get onto her about language in front of the babies, but he pulled her into his arms. He wasn’t holding one of their daughters. In fact, the bedroom behind him was noticeably quiet. She sighed in relief. Evie and Temperance were the tiny loves of her life, but they were exhausting, and although she’d moved out of the city down here to be close to Tripp, work was suffering more because of lack of rest than anything else.
