Onesies and Babies and Daddy and Mum
Two and a half weeks had past and, earthquakes and dinosaurs not withstanding, Eostre felt that she was starting to get the hang of honest to gods motherhood. She didn't feel quite as hopeless as she had any time the twins cried. She didn't feel quite so like handing them to Abby or Mike every single time.
She was starting to feel, if not good at it, than better.
"What do you think of this one?"
She held up a pink onesie. On the floor beside them, Mack and Flo lay head to head, kicking at the air.
She was starting to feel, if not good at it, than better.
"What do you think of this one?"
She held up a pink onesie. On the floor beside them, Mack and Flo lay head to head, kicking at the air.
