Marvin

You had just gotten home and the house was silent, as you crept up the stairs and turn down the hallway, your eyes met, as he was quietly shutting the door to the twins’ bedroom. “You’re home.” He whispered, taking a few quiet steps toward you, the brighter light showcasing the bags under his eyes, and different selection of substances and contents spilled among his shirt. He tossed a baby blanket onto his shoulder, sighing in exhaustion. “I think I missed you more than the twins did.”