Leila was feeling strange. She had been for a long time now but couldn’t put her feelings into words. Camilla and Calvin were in their cribs, crying at the top of their lungs. But she stood over them without a care, watching spit dribble down the sides of their lips. A good mother would have rushed to help them but that was the issue. She didn’t know what was wrong with her. She couldn’t connect with her twins and she didn’t know who to tell. The thought of hurting herself and the babies had come to her so many times. Even as she stared at them, she had this crazy thought to throw them against the wall so she could permanently end their crying. After that, she would kill herself so nobody blamed her. This time, cut deeper into her skin so she could bleed out from the wound.Guilt came as fast as the thought left. She walked backward until her back hit the wall. She slid down to the floor and hugged her knees to her chest. Tears poured out

It was tough. Tougher than the doctors promised. It was on a Saturday and the twins were bawling their eyes out. They had refused everything. Their feeding bottles were on the floor. The maid was as confused as Kelvin. He was out of his wits. They seemed to want their mother. But the problem was that the doctor hadn’t certified her fit enough to be around the kids. “Okay,” he said to himself. “Okay. I can do this.”The maid picked the feeding bottle and he collected them from her. Edging closer to his babies, he hummed a kids song to calm them down. They stopped crying long enough for him to insert the bottles into their mouths. But that only lasted a few songs before they spat it out and began crying again like they rehearsed it. Frustration curled through Kelvin’s veins. The maid picked Calvin and he carried Camilla, rocking her from side to side but she just wouldn’t quit. God. He was losing his mind. What

Joy. Joy in his heart. That could only be the emotion he was feeling. Kelvin smiled cheekily at his wife as she defended her cause. She wanted to take the kids to their grandmother and would be there for a day. Kelvin knew she was doing it for him to get rest and a break from them. Over the past few days since she recovered, she had taken charge of most of the feeding. He didn’t need her to feel like she had to repay him for taking care of his babies. They were the flesh of his own flesh. He would do it again and again without complaint. Besides, none of it was her fault.His wife continued to tell him how the time away from them would be good. But Kelvin only focused on the shape of her lips. She had the sexiest lips known to man. And now she was back to hitting the gym, her shape was sexier than ever. The pregnancy unlocked new features for her. Wider hips, thicker thighs and fuller breasts. Kelvin wanted nothing more from her at this point than to take t

The noise of babies woke Kelvin up. He rolled on the bed and pouted as their laughter grew louder. They were having fun without him. Leila was in charge of the kids today. Whatever she was doing must be making them happy because they were laughing so hard. He hurried to the bathroom to do his business and stepped out with a fresh breath.Leila was on her knees in the playroom. She was playing fetch with the kids. They were walking now, a few words here and there but nothing coherent. All three of them were on their knees. Kelvin stood by the doorframe, legs crossed at his ankles and arms folded. He had his whole life in front of him. He couldn’t have asked for anything more. His wife must have sensed his presence, she looked at him and he beamed. Camilla raced to her father. He lifted her mid-air and she giggled. The females in his life were too beautiful. Calvin refused to be carried. Leila laughed and ruffled his hair. Calvin said something that made her squat down beside him. Kelv

Hello everyone, thank you for the support so far. I've decided to make the book into a series. The next story is about their first son: Calvin Kyle McKenna, and it's titled HIS RUNAWAY ANGEL. I'm in the process of signing a contract for the book. But here's an excerpt of chapter one and two. * * * Someone was watching Hana. No, not one. Three men were watching her. She quickly finished her tea, shoved her notebooks into her purse, and stood. The men didn’t move, and her shoulders sagged in relief. It must have been her overactive imagination. Her mother would tease her about having a mind too active for her age, but it was the price she had to pay for being a writer. An upcoming writer. She wasn’t at the point she wanted to be just yet. The coffee shop was almost empty except for the four of them and the staff on duty. Leah, an old friend, was behind the counter when Hana went to pay. Taking out money from her wallet, she pouted when her friend refus