The siblings, Ardent and Precious, had dinner at the unit. After putting Precious to bed, Ardent prepared to head home.
"Are you sure you can handle the twins?" he asked calmly. I didn't answer right away. I was too deep in thought.
"Are you okay?"
"Yes. You can go. I’ve got this. Just remember, I didn’t agree to come to New Orleans because of you."
"I know that. And I promise you..."
"Don’t make me any promises, Ardent. I’m not your mistress."
"I’m sorry." He walked over to the twins one last time, staring at them for a long moment before finally leaving.
The twins weren't too fussy that night. I managed to catch some sleep, though I was up every hour like clockwork to check their diapers and feed them.
"Mommy, I want to go to school now. You already had the babies," Precious said
