as you got out of bed, you heard your husband downstairs, talking to someone. you quietly walked downstairs and peeked around the corner, curious to see who he was talking to. your smile widened when you saw it was Kian and Anne, the twins you had taken in from the street a year ago. your husband seemed to be talking to them in an authoritative, yet caring way, and he appeared to be disciplining them about something.

"oh, my love. these two got into a little bit of trouble at school."