They were so small.
“Congratulations, Mom,”
One of them wrapped her whole fist around my pinky, and I swear the whole world narrowed down to that grip.
Andrew has to see this, I thought.
I turned my head, ready to say look.
The chair by the window was empty.
Andrew has to see this
Okay, I told myself. Bathroom. Coffee. Calling his mother.
There were a hundred harmless reasons he might’ve broken his promise.
I fumbled for my phone on the nightstand and called him.
It rang and rang.
Voicemail.
I fumbled for my phone
“Hey, it’s me,” I said, still smiling. “I’m awake. Come see your daughters.”
I waited a minute.
Then I called again.
The smiling got harder to hold. He had promised. First face I’d see.
Andrew didn’t break promises.
I called again.
He assembled cribs on a schedule, for heaven’s sake.