Aria’s POV
The pack house was quiet for the first time in what felt like forever. Well, mostly quiet. Cody’s soft whimpering from the bassinet across the room was like the soundtrack of our new reality. Beside him, Esme let out a little sigh in her sleep, her tiny hands curling into fists as she shifted under the soft blanket.
I sat on the couch, my feet tucked underneath me, watching them with an almost obsessive level of focus. It was impossible not to. They were perfect—tiny miracles I still couldn’t quite believe were ours.
Damon walked into the room, a bottle in each hand and an expression that could only be described as mildly exasperated. “Remind me again why no one mentioned that newborns don’t sleep for longer than, what, five minutes at a time?”
I laughed softly, reaching out
