As my husband, Mark, closed his eyes, I placed a small, slim object into my husband's hand. “I've got a surprise for you,” I said. When he opened his eyes, he smiled. “I knew it,” he said. “Congratulations to us both!”
Mark and I had been together 15 years. He was my soulmate and a wonderful father to our two girls Devon, nine, and Farah, three, and it was a happy surprise when I'd discovered I was pregnant again. “Maybe this time we'll get a boy,” Mark said.
But at the 12-week scan, something on the screen caught my eye. “Are there two in there?” I asked, my voice trembling slightly. “It's twins!” said the sonographer. Oh, my goodness, I thought. Although there were twins in every generation of Mark's…