“We’re going to go to the park,” he’d say. “And I’ll push you on the swings. And Mason’s going to try to steal your toys, but I won’t let him.”
During one of those visits, I got a call from the hospital’s social services department. It was about Sylvia. She’d passed away that morning. The infection had spread to her bloodstream.
A woman in a hospital ward | Source: Freepik
Before she died, she’d updated her legal documents. She’d named Josh and me as the twins’ permanent guardians. She’d left a note:
“Josh showed me what family really means. Please take care of my babies. Tell them their mama loved them. Tell them Josh saved their lives.”
I sat in the hospital cafeteria and cried. For Sylvia, for those babies, and for the impossible situation we’d been thrown into.
When I told Josh, he didn’t say anything for a long time. He just held Mason a little tighter and whispered, “We’re going to be okay. All of us.”
A person holding a baby’s hands | Source: Freepik
Three months later, the call came about Derek.
Car accident on Interstate 75. He’d been driving to a charity event. Died on impact.
I felt nothing. Just a hollow acknowledgment that he’d existed and now he didn’t.
Josh’s reaction was similar. “Does this change anything?”
“No,” I said. “Nothing changes.”
Because it didn’t. Derek had stopped being relevant the moment he walked out of that hospital.
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A year has passed since that Tuesday afternoon when Josh walked through the door with two newborn babies.
We’re a family of four now. Josh is 17 and about to start his senior year. Lila and Mason are walking, babbling, and getting into everything. Our apartment is chaos — toys everywhere, mysterious stains, a constant soundtrack of laughter and crying.
Josh is different now. Older in ways that have nothing to do with years. He still does midnight feedings when I’m too tired. Still reads bedtime stories in different voices. And still panics when one of them sneezes too hard.
He gave up football. Stopped hanging out with most of his friends. His college plans have shifted. He’s looking at community college now, something close to home.
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