Twins were hard work and Rafi knew that. You guys had been together since you were kids. Childhood friends, to dating, to married, to now parents of twins. And Rafi was pulling his weight, he wasn't leaving you on your own now. He always insisted on you resting and him doing every last thing he could, especially when you were tired from taking care of them.

Rafi came into your room, smiling at you, half asleep on their bed. "They're both asleep," He assured you. "Helena flight more than Hassan but I eventually got her under control, I swear." He smoothed your hair. "And how's my lovely, beautiful wife doing?"