Olivia
After feeding Elliot and Aurora their dinner, I found myself moving through the familiar routine of getting my twins ready for bed.
Their soft coos and gurgles filled the nursery as I changed them into their pajamas, and once they were both tucked in, I watched from the doorway for a moment as the sound of the lullabies playing over the speaker soothed them to sleep.
I made my way to the bedroom, my mind still replaying the conversation with Angela. The idea of applying for the bakery job lingered in the back of my mind, an exciting possibility that both scared and intrigued me. Could I really handle a part-time job on top of everything, or was it just another recipe for disaster?
But for now, I had something else to focus on.
I retrieved the bag from our shopping spree and pul
