Chapter 57 A New Rhythm

• Tuesday morning arrived with the hush of spring rain tapping gently against the windows. The soft gray light cast a calm mood over the house, a quiet contrast to the usual blur of bottles and bouncing babies.
• Emma stood in front of the mirror, tugging on her denim apron over a light sweater and black jeans. Her curls were pulled back into a low bun, and there was a smudge of flour already on her wrist from making a quick batch of muffins for the house before the twins woke up.
• Behind her, Lucas leaned in the doorway, a sleepy Noah cradled against his chest and a baby bottle dangling from his fingers.