Erick's POV
I notice her discomfort as she walks towards the elevator. I follow, still surprised. This woman truly knows how to amaze me. My heart beats faster as I feel my little one move. I wouldn't know how to hold him, he's so fragile. I admire how she manages to carry both of them.
We reach the car, and my curiosity about my children's names resurfaces.
"Allow me," I say, opening the door for her. She glares at me.
"He's not a toy. Hold him with both hands."
"I know what I'm doing. Don't worry."
Ignoring me, she angrily gets in the car and settles in. I sit beside her and notice her discomfort. It seems this whole situation really affects her, which I can understand. She didn't want a man in her life, and here I am, seeking her babies. Just like I didn't want anyone in my life,
