Sara
I held my babies in my arms the entire ride home. Lauren drove slowly and more carefully this time. I appreciated her taking more care with my children in the car.
When we got to the house, I got out more delicately, shifting my children in my arms. Lauren came around and opened the car door for me. I was relieved when she didn’t try to take either of the children. Instead she let me take my time getting out of the car with both of them in my arms.
"Thanks," I muttered.
We walked up the front steps, Lauren opened the front door, and we were instantly bombarded by the grandmothers. I was impressed that they had been here together alone and managed to get along.
"Oh, honey! You’re here and the children!" my mom cried out as she wrapped us up in her arms.
I held onto her tightly. She seemed to be holding me the same way I was holding the children: as if she never wanted to let go.