"You’re incredible, Angelica. I swear there’s no one like you. No one."
I kissed her forehead again. "Sleep, amore. I’ll take care of everything."
She murmured something—a soft, broken sound of trust—and drifted into sleep.
I stood slowly, reluctant to pull away, but needing to move, needing to *do something* or else I’d burst apart from all this feeling burning in my chest.
I glanced at the two bassinets.
Our daughter was squirming, her little pink mouth working like she was already preparing an argument. Our son, heavier and darker-haired, was frowning in his sleep, a tiny warrior ready to take on the world.
I smiled so wide it hurt.
Aurora
Darian
The names we had whispered to each other in the darkness, months ago, before either of us truly knew how real they would feel once
