The sound of hushed whispers drifted from Alex and Austin's bedroom. I paused in the hallway, hand hovering over the doorknob. It was past their bedtime, but the animated murmurs suggested sleep was far from their minds.

"Shh! Not so loud," Alex's voice hissed. "Mom has, like, supernatural hearing."

I smiled despite myself. Eight years of being both mom and dad had given me a sixth sense where my boys were concerned.

"But it would totally work," Austin insisted. "Dad keeps looking at Mom when she's not watching. I saw him yesterday when he picked us up. He fixed his tie like five times before ringing the doorbell."

My heart...