Santiago’s pov
I clutched Alma's hand when I woke up by the screams of Ocean, followed by River waking up from his sister, making me groin and puff on my mate waking up from me and shaking her slightly.
How the hell could she sleep through the kids screaming? I had no f*****g idea, but I was willing to learn when she pushed my hand back with a snarl, and I gave up; there was no way to get Alma out of bed these days.
She was pregnant and moody as f**k for all kinds of reasons when I yawned and walked into the nursery where the screaming banshee my daughter is stopped once she saw me and sat her tiny butt down on the crib.
I lifted the both of them, River already reaching out for me and scoping up the now laughing Ocean and walking back to bed with them. I know, I know, you are not sup
