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The light seeping through the windows burned my eyes as my lids fluttered. I screwed them shut as the dull ache in my head intensified. I ran my hands over my face roughly, not wanting to move from the bed. I f****d up last night. And made a fool of myself in more ways than one. Climbing out of the bed, I heard the faint noises of the twins mixed with thudding footsteps. I remember waking up in the night in desperate need of water and seeing Brody sleeping in the rocking recliner in between Caspien and Talulah’s cribs, doing things to my heart. I spent longer than I care to admit just staring at his large form in the chair. Every moment that passed hurt more than the last. He stayed to help me with the twins despite my awful outburst last night. As soon as the door opened, the s