Millys pov
“s**t!” Ben was cursing, looking down at his phone when I was nursing Arlo. My shoulders were hurting, and honestly, I was so sore, but I didn’t care. Nothing could make me leave my babies. There was my whole world, that and my handsome mate still making curses where he was standing, dressed in the same shirt he had when I first saw him. Oh, I hadn’t forgotten, even if he thought I had.
“Milly…. Hey…” He was getting back, giving me a small smile, kissing my forehead, and staring down at his son. This was still unreal; I was a mother, and he was the one that had given me them, planned or not. This was the best that had ever happened to me.
“What did they do this time?” Ben smiled, surprised when I put the sleeping boy back into his chair and rolled my shoulders. Having three a
