Melvin’s POV
They talked endlessly, weaving sentences together or leaving them unfinished, yet somehow understanding each other perfectly. It was like they had their own secret language.
“He’s so tall!” one exclaimed.
“And strong,” the other added, tugging at my arm again, prompting the first to follow suit.
Before I knew it, two pairs of tiny hands were exploring, reaching up toward me, their wide, sparkling eyes locked on mine. I couldn’t pull away or tell them to stop; I just froze as they blinked their pale lashes and flashed dimpled smiles.
Something bumped my legs, and I looked down to see my pup frowning, chocolate-smeared face pressed against my leg.
“My papa,” he said with a pout.
The twins’ gaze flickered between Clinty and me, their eyes wide. The one in pink smiled. Bayo
