Twins
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At three in the morning, two wide-awake babies and one exhausted mother prove that motherhood does not care what the clock says.
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When sleep would not come, she wrapped two tired daughters into a stroller and carried their exhaustion outside to meet the moon.
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Laundry, made beds, stocked cupboards, and careful little chores become a countdown to the sound of her boys coming home.
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At four in the morning, the babies sleep, the house belongs to silence, and Honey kneads the weight of the night out of a tired lap.
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Once the babies finally sleep, Honey claims the quiet hours, curling close as though she has been waiting for exhaustion to make room for her.
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At 12:10 p.m., one sleepy child opens her eyes and morning finally begins on her own stubborn schedule.
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After a night of bottles, cries, and tiny hands refusing sleep, morning arrives late and no one apologizes for needing it.
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Time does not fly so much as quietly steal bottles, teeth, first steps, and every version of the babies you thought you had longer to hold.
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At three in the morning, two wakeful little voices turn a tired house into another place where motherhood refuses to clock out.
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By six o’clock, the house finally loosens its grip and ordinary chaos settles into a golden, temporary quiet.
Between Bruises & Blooms 