“An apology means nothing unless something changes.”
That night, Michael helped prepare the bottles and settle the babies while Patricia supervised.
He struggled even with the simplest tasks.
At midnight, exhausted, he sat beside me.
“You do this every night?”
“Yes. And every morning, it starts again.”
He lowered his head.
The following morning, instead of leaving for work as usual, Michael called his manager and arranged several days of family leave.
Then he approached the cribs.
“Emily, which baby should I feed first?”
“Sophie usually wakes up first,” I answered.
He carefully lifted our daughter into his arms.
Patricia showed him how to support her head.
It was a small beginning, but for the first time, he was genuinely trying.
Over the following weeks, Michael rearranged his work schedule, handled bath time, changed diapers, and shared the nighttime feedings.
Patricia visited regularly while my leg healed.
There were difficult days. Michael sometimes complained, but he no longer expected me to manage everything.
