LOGIN“Me me me,” he says, hardly able to contain his excitement. “My turn, mama. Please.” And he looks down, again, at his little girl. “Well,” I say, shifting her in my arms and leaning forward so Ian can better see her face. She frowns in her sleep, squirming a little and making me smile. “I was think
Several hours later, I’m changed and curled up more comfortably in my bed with Victor by my side, a baby in each of our arms, and our boys curled up like puppies at the end of the bed. Archie is on the bed too, cuddled between them. We sit quietly together, all still focused on the two little babie
“It’s all right, doctor,” I say, giving her a little smile and nodding towards the boys. “We found them.” “Oh my god,” she says, shaking her head and placing a hand over her heart. Then she frowns at them. “How did they…” “Window,” Victor says, gesturing towards it and sighing. “It’s all right. Th
“Come on, Evelyn,” the doctor says confidently as Victor squeezes my hand, his eyes darting between my face and the first baby, which the doula is now wrapping in her first swaddle. “One more push, and then you’ll be done, and you can hold your little girls.” “Okay,” I huff, sitting up and shifting
Slumped on the couch, Ian heaves a gigantic sigh. “What is taking so long,” he mutters, glaring angrily at the steps as if they’ve personally offended him. “You knew it would take a while,” Bridgette murmurs, running a hand over Ian’s soft brown hair and smiling fondly at her nephew. She sighs and
“Oh my god,” Victor gasps, instantly wide awake. “Oh my god,” he says again, grabbing my face and searching it like it has answers. “Are you – are you okay?” “Yes,” I say, nodding but then belying my answer with an immediate moan. I grit my teeth, my hand going to my stomach as I weather the contra
She pauses, leaning back a bit. “Victor,” she says slowly, “We talked about this. We decided that I could have a little time, that I still need to finish my career – I’ve still got Paris runways booked this spring, and I can’t miss them - “ “Amelia,” he says, voice low. “If we’re going to be marrie
Victor steels himself at the door of his suite, leaning his forehead against it before going in. “She told me to go to Amelia,” he whispers to himself. “This is…this is right.” It must be right, after all. He wouldn’t have a mating bond with Amelia if she wasn’t perfect for him - his Luna, the woma
“It should have been a really happy night,” he continues, his voice dropping almost to a whisper. “I’m getting married tomorrow – it should have been…all about me and Amelia, the woman I love, being excited about our next steps.” Evelyn is silent for a moment, but when he doesn’t continue she promp
“It was that bad, huh?” Victor says, taking in her determined face. He breathes out a tired sigh and settles down next to her, staring out into the kitchen garden. He’s surprised, a little, at how quickly he went from a frenzy of anxiety to complete calm. Evelyn huffs a laugh. “Your dad and your br







