*Molly*
I sit on the floor, and before I have a chance to grab one of them, Cora comes to sit in my lap. I wrap my arms around her and hold her tightly, breathing in her sweet baby scent. Who could ever want to hurt these babies?
Tears spill out, and I try my best to keep them from dripping on her, but a few make it onto her hair.
“It’s what needed to happen,” Calvin tells me gently. “Look at everything you have here. It has to be protected, even when it hurts.”
“I know,” I say with a nod. “It doesn’t make it hurt less, though.”
“Mama sad,” Andrew says, his little brow furrowed with concern.
I smile at him sadly. “Yes, but it is alright. Sometimes grownups have to do things that make us sad.”
“Mama cry,” he says, walking over with his baby blanket. He reaches up and tries
