Twenty seven

Sienna Williams had an amazing night. The follow morning, she woke up to the sound of giggles and tiny feet skipping into her bedroom. She barely had time to blink the sleep out of her eyes before the twins jumped onto her bed, each of them diving straight for her like tiny missiles.

“Mommy, wake up!” Brylee squealed, bouncing on the bed next to her. Rylee, always the more composed one, but no less enthusiastic, crawled under the blankets and snuggled up next to her. “Mommy, can we have pancakes for breakfast?”

Sienna chuckled, feeling the last remainder of sleep slip away. “Good morning to you, too,” she said, wrapping an arm around Rylee while ruffling Brylee’s hair with her free hand. “Pancakes, huh? Are you going to help me make them?”

Brylee’s eyes lit up. “Yes! I want to mix!”

“Then pancakes it is.” Sienna stretched and glanced at the clock on her nightstand. She had a few hours before she needed to head into the office, so she could afford to linger in bed with her kids a littl