My husband told me to stay upstairs during his promotion dinner because I wasn’t “back in shape” three weeks after giving birth to twins — I agreed, but he had no idea what I’d left beside his plate

There was spit-up on my shoulder.

My hair had been twisted into the same loose bun since breakfast.

But the dining room looked beautiful.

Brett came home twenty minutes before everyone was due.

He showered quickly, put on his best navy suit, and walked straight into the dining room.