I Had Barely Finished Holding My Son’s Newborn Baby When a Nurse Pulled Me Aside and Whispered, “That Isn’t the Child He Left With”
Meanwhile, Marissa’s pregnancy progressed normally.
The carrier baby was a boy.
Chloe carried a girl and boy.
Three cribs would have been needed.
Three car seats.
Three newborns within ten weeks of each other.
They had been terrified.
And excited.