My Husband Promised to Take Care of the Baby If I Had One—But After I Gave Birth, He Told Me to Quit My Job

And this time I mean it.”

That night, after the twins were finally asleep, and the house was quiet, I sat in the nursery just watching them breathe. Liam’s little chest rising and falling. Noah’s fingers curled into a fist.

Nick appeared in the doorway.

“You okay?”

“Yeah,” I said.

“Just thinking.”

I smiled.

“About how this was never about winning an argument. It was about being seen. About having someone understand that love doesn’t mean one person sacrifices everything while the other watches from the sidelines.”

He came and sat beside me on the floor.

“I’m sorry it took me so long to get it.”

“You got there. That’s what matters.”

Nick didn’t become perfect overnight. He still forgot to burp Noah sometimes.

He still put diapers on backwards. But when Liam cried at 3 a.m. the following week, Nick was up before I even moved.

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