‘Sorry Mom, I Couldn’t Leave Them,’ My 16-Year-Old Son Said When He Brought Newborn Twins Home

I didn’t ask for this. She told me she was on birth control. This whole thing is a disaster.”

“They’re your children!”

“They’re a mistake,” he said coldly.

“Look, I’ll sign whatever papers you need. If you want to take them, fine. But don’t expect me to be involved.”

I hung up before I said something I’d regret.

An hour later, Derek showed up at the hospital with his lawyer.

He signed temporary guardianship papers without even asking to see the babies. He looked at me once, shrugged, and said, “They’re not my burden anymore.”

Then he walked away.

Josh watched him go. “I’m never going to be like him,” he said quietly.

“Never.”

We brought the twins home that night. I’d signed papers I barely understood, agreeing to temporary guardianship while Sylvia remained hospitalized.

Josh set up his room for the babies. He’d found a second-hand crib at a thrift store using his own savings.

“You should be doing homework,” I said weakly.

“Or hanging out with friends.”

“This is more important,” he replied.

The first week was hell. The twins — Josh had already started calling them Lila and Mason — cried constantly. Diaper changes, feedings every two hours, sleepless nights.

He insisted on doing most of it himself.

“They’re my responsibility,” Josh kept saying.

“You’re not an adult!” I’d shout back, watching him stumble through the apartment at three in the morning, a baby in each arm.

But he never complained. Not once.

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