John, your husband, was less frequently gone since the twins were born, and even more when you found out you were pregnant again.

Right on time the front door opened and the twins went running towards their father as you followed behind them, walking, because if you ran too John would lecture you affectionately about how that’s “unsafe”.

“Aye! There’s the Misses!” He calls out as he pulls you into a tight hug and kisses your forehead