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“This is supposed to be the easy part,” Emma muttered at 3 AM, bouncing a crying Frankie while Alek changed Charlotte’s diaper across the nursery.
“Easy ording to whom?” Alek asked, his voice rough with exhaustion. “Because whoever told you that lied.”
Three weeks back from Seattle, they’d finally moved both babies home full–time, ending the hospital nursery rotations that had sustained them through the early adjustment period. The reality of caring for two infants–one month apart in age–was proving more challenging than either had anticipated. <fn6b95> Latest content published on ?ovelFind</fn6b95>
“Charlotte’s been fed and changed,” Alek reported, lifting the now–content four–and–a–half–month–old. “Why is she awake?”
“Because Frankie woke her up,” Emma replied, still swaying with their son. “And he’s awake because… I have no idea. Fed, changed, burped. Maybe he just wantedpany.”
They’d established a system of sorts–taking turns with night feedings, rotating who handled which baby, trying to maintain some semnce of rest for everyone. But system seemed too organized a word for what felt more like barely controlled chaos.
“Maybe we should call Katie,” Alek suggested, noting Emma’s frayed expression. “She offered to help during the transition.”
“At three in the morning?” Emma shook her head. “She has her own children to worry about.”
Finally, mercifully, Frankie’s cries subsided into hups, then silence. Emma held her breath, afraid to move and risk waking him again.
“Sess,” Alek whispered, settling Charlotte back into her crib.
They tiptoed from the nursery likemandospleting a dangerous mission, copsing onto their bed with sighs of exhaustion.
“How do people do this with twins?” Emma wondered aloud.
“Very carefully,” Alek replied, checking the baby monitor. “And with lots of help.”
“Speaking of help,” Emma said, “Natasha called earlier. Franklin’s asking when he can see the babies again.”
Since returning from Seattle, Emma had been limiting Franklin’s exposure to the infants, worried that their normal chaos might overstimte his increasingly fragile heart. But
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keeping her grandfather from his great–grandchildren felt cruel, especially given his limited.
time.
“What did you tell her?” Alek asked.
“That we’d bring them over this weekend,” Emma replied. “For a short visit.”
Alek nodded, understanding the delicate bnce they were trying to maintain. “How’s his
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“Natasha says stable but declining,” Emma admitted. “The medications are losing effectiveness.”
Before Alek could respond, Charlotte’s cries erupted through the monitor, followed immediately by Frankie joining the chorus.
“Round two,” Emma sighed, hauling herself upright.
Saturday’s visit to Franklin required military–level logistics. Diaper bags, form, extra clothes, nkets, bottles, pacifiers–Emma felt like she was moving households rather than bringing babies for a brief visit.
“You look tired, darling,” Franklin observed as Walter helped arrange the portable cribs in the sitting room.
“Everyone with newborns looks tired,” Emma replied, settling into her chair with Frankie while Alek handled Charlotte. “It’s the natural state of new parents.”
“Both at once seems excessive,” Franklin noted, his voice weaker than just weeks before. “Even for Mitchells.”
Emma studied her grandfather’s appearance–thinner, grayer, moving with the careful precision of someone managing pain. Yet his eyes remained sharp, alert, taking in every detail of his great–grandchildren’s development.
“Charlotte’s holding her head up well,” he observed as Alek supported her in a sitting position. “Strong neck muscles.”
“The pediatrician says she’s ahead of schedule developmentally,” Emma reported with pride.
“And Franklin?” her grandfather asked, using the baby’s formal name.
“Growing fast. Eating constantly.” Emma adjusted the infant in her arms. “He’s going to be big like his father.”
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They spent a peaceful hour together, Franklin offeringmentary on infant behavior with the authority of someone who’d observed multiple generations. His insights often proved remarkably urate–predictions about feeding schedules, sleep patterns, even personality traits emerging in their early behaviors.
“He’ll be stubborn,” Franklin dered, watching baby Frankie’s determined attempts to grasp a toy just beyond his reach. “Look at that focus. Pure Mitchell determination.”
“God help us,” Emma said with feeling.
Natasha appeared in the doorway, medical bag in hand. “Time for afternoon medication,” she announced.
Emma noticed her sister–inw’s expression–professionally neutral but with underlying concern. Franklin’s medical needs had be moreplex, requiring Natasha’s frequent monitoring even during her brief residency breaks.
“How are you managing everything?” Natasha asked quietly as Franklin submitted grudgingly to his blood pressure check.
“Day by day,” Emma replied honestly. “Some days better than others.”
“The babies are beautiful,” Natasha said, watching Charlotte grab unsessfully for Alek’s fingers. “But exhausting, I’m sure.”
“Worth it,” Emma said immediately. “Even at three AM when they’re both crying and I can’t
remember thest time I showered.”
Natasha smiled. “Spoken like a true mother.”
As they prepared to leave, Franklin insisted on holding each baby briefly despite Natasha’s protective hovering.
“My legacy,” he said simply, cradling Frankie with practiced ease. “Everything I’ve built leads to
this.”
The weight of his words–the reminder that these babies represented not just their family’s future but the continuation of everything Franklin had created–settled heavily on Emma’s
shoulders.
“We need more help,” Alek dered that evening as they copsed onto the sofa after finally getting both babies settled.
“What kind of help?” Emma asked, though she already suspected his direction.
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Emma’s initial reaction was resistance–the idea of someone else caring for their children feeling like failure. But practical reality was hard to ignore. They were both exhausted, barely maintaining their professional responsibilities, and Emma still needed to focus on Franklin’s remaining time.
“I don’t want strangers raising our children,” she said carefully.
“Not raising,” Alek corrected. “Supporting. We’d still be their primary caregivers.”
Emma considered this. “What about Katie? She’s between nursing assignments, and she already knows the babies.”
Alek brightened. “You think she’d be interested?”
“We could ask,” Emma said. “Part–time help during the day, so we can maintain some semnce of normal schedules.”
The solution, when they proposed it to Katie the following day, proved surprisingly wee. Her husband Tim’s job provided steady ie, but Katie missed working with children. Helping care for Charlotte and Frankie offered the perfect bnce–meaningful work with babies she already loved, flexible scheduling around her own family’s needs.
“I’d love to help,” Katie said immediately. “These babies are special to me too.”
Within a week, they’d established a new routine. Katie arrived mid–morning and stayed throughte afternoon, allowing Emma to focus on team responsibilities and Franklin visits while ensuring the babies received expert care from someone who genuinely loved them.
The arrangement also meant more regr interaction with Katie’s own children, who adored ying with the babies during after–school visits. Their household began to feel less like a fortress under siege and more like the busy, happy family home Emma had always envisioned.
“This is working better than I hoped,” Emma confided to Alek one evening as they watched Katie’s daughter carefully help feed Charlotte her bottle.
“Extended family,” Alek agreed. “Not the traditional version, but ours.”
Emma nodded, appreciating how their unconventional family structure had evolved naturally into something that served everyone’s needs. Katie gained meaningful work and remained connected to Charlotte’s development. Her children gained experience with babies and additional adult mentorship. Emma and Alek gained essential support without sacrificing their primary roles as parents.
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Most importantly, it gave them energy and time to focus on Franklin’s final months, ensuring their children would have memories and photographs with their great–grandfather, even if they were too young to remember him directly.
Like a power y in hockey–a temporary advantage that required strategic thinking to maximize their current family structure was working precisely because everyone brought strengths thatplemented the others.
But Emma knew power ys were temporary. Eventually, they’d need to adapt again as circumstances changed. For now, though, they were making the most of their advantage, building the strongest possible foundation for whatever challengesy ahead.
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