“Talk to them, Mason. Even when you feel silly. They’ll know your voice.”
I crouched beside the stroller.
“Girls,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady, “we’re going to be quick. We’re going to be respectful. And Daddy’s got you.”
I lifted Ivy into the sling against my chest and kept Lily in the stroller. At the women’s restroom door, I stopped.
I hated the choice in front of me, but I loved Ivy and Lily more than I feared being judged.
So I pushed the door open.
“I’m sorry,” I called before stepping inside. “I have newborn twins. There’s no changing table in the men’s room, and the family room is closed. I’ll be two minutes.”
No one answered.
I moved to the changing table and laid Ivy down first.
“I know, bug,” I whispered, kissing her forehead. “Daddy’s hurrying.”
