The moment felt like something I might wake up from at any second — the kind of good that sits just at the edge of believable, that keeps making you check. I stood over the babies' bed watching them, close enough to feel the warmth rising off their small bodies, close enough to catch that soft, milky scent that I hadn't been able to reach for months. They giggled when I leaned in, two pairs of eyes finding my face with the uncomplicated delight of people who haven't yet learned to expect disappointment. Everything felt like it was finally, carefully settling into place.
Lewis's hand came to rest on my shoulder. "What are you thinking about?"
