Parenthood hit Teni and Dami like a thunderstorm at a beach wedding.
The twins had a schedule: Cry at 1 a.m., eat at 2 a.m., and hold screaming duets at 3:30 a.m.
Teni's eyes were permanently swollen. Dami had watched the same baby lullaby video 59 times.
"Why is Zikora biting her brother?"
"She's showing dominance. She's your daughter."
They traded turns feeding, burping, and googling "why does my baby sound like a goat when crying?"
Romance? What's that? Their new love language was: "Go sleep, I'll handle this shift."
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