Max’s POV
I woke up alone to the morning sun streaming softly through the curtains, its warmth coaxing me from sleep by two cries. I slipped into the nursery—once a walk-in closet, now transformed by my mates into a cozy haven with soft lighting, hand-carved cribs that Jack made for them, and a door connecting both our shared room and my Luna suite.
I scooped up the twins, their tiny fists flailing with hunger. Asher latched on immediately; his little brow furrowed in concentration. Kelly blinked sleepily before nuzzling into place. I settled into the rocking chair, the rhythm of their feeding grounding me in the moment. The scent of lavender from the crib lined mingled with the warm aroma of pine drifting in through the open window.
A knock at the door broke the quiet.
“Who is it,” I
