I came home a month early, expecting to surprise my husband. Instead, I found two little girls in my music room, playing my ukulele and making themselves at home.
David admitted he’d been babysitting his coworker’s daughters but never told me because I’d always said I didn’t want kids.
At first, I was furious. But after spending a week with them, we started making music together, laughing, and creating memories I never expected.
When they left, one of the girls handed me a drawing that read, “The Best Band Ever.”
That night, I looked at my husband and asked, “If we ever had kids… how many?”
He smiled.
“Four.”
I laughed.
“Let’s start with two.”