Mark

Waking up the next morning with my oldest daughter in my arms would be considered highly unusual by any metric. Sure, when the children were a lot younger, they'd often come join mother and father if they'd suffered nightmares, or were feeling under the weather. But it had been many years since those days, and holding her in my arms naked was something that never happened.

I wasn't the first to wake up the next morning. Caroline was already awake, Charlotte now spooning against her, my daughter's head tucked under my chin as I held her tightly in my arms. I was rock hard, like I was every morning,...