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My mate looked at me, and I tugged on his hand to get mine released. When he let go, I reached up and touched his cheek. “You can go look at the baby if you need to.”

Warwick grabbed my hand and then pulled it to his mouth. After he placed a kiss on it, he shook his head. “No. I’m right where I need to be. You will be the first to hold the babies,” Warwick told me.

“Another slight bit of pressure,” Dr. King said. Our first son had quieted considerably, but after some movement and a bit of uncomfortable pressure, I suddenly felt empty.

There was another loud cry, and then a second joined. The room was filled with loud cries, and Warwick seemed to become agitated. When the goddess came over to stand behind him, she gently placed her hands on Warwick’s shoulders. Warwick’s eyes closed, and he seemed to relax. When he opened his eyes again, gone were the flames of his beast. I looked up into the deep brown eyes that I loved most.

“There you are.”

“I was always here, sweetheart.” Warwick leaned down and kissed me. “You are amazing,” he whispered to me.

I smiled when he pulled back. I looked down my body but couldn’t see anything with how they had me lying. I gave Grandpa Lev’s hand a squeeze. “How are they?”

“They’re a lot larger than I expected for twins.” Grandpa’s eyes were round and a bit surprised.

I grinned. “Well, look who their father is.”

That earned some chuckles in the room.

“Baby A is seven pounds two ounces,” Dr. Rothwell said. He brought the baby over to us and tried to hand him to Warwick, who shook his head. “You won’t drop him,” the doctor said.

“No, Cecil holds the babies first.”

“It’s all right, Warwick. You and your beast need to hold the babies.” I wasn’t exactly in a position to hold the babies at the moment anyway.

Dr. Rothwell placed the baby in Warwick’s arms. My poor mate—he seemed so stiff and unsure, and it was probably the only time I’d ever see the look of terror on my mate’s face.

“You have to take him,” Warwick said.

“You will be all right,” the goddess said. She placed her hands on my mate’s shoulders again. “Just relax. They’re your babies. You will protect them with the same fierceness that you would your mate.”

She was the goddess, so of course she had a way about her. But that was twice now that she somehow calmed my mate. I smiled at her, hoping she understood what I was saying.

“And here is Baby B. He is seven pounds and four ounces. They are both twenty-one and a half inches long. Both are quite large.”

Dr. Rothwell expertly moved our first son and placed him in one arm and then his twin in Warwick’s other arm. I had been wrong before. I thought Warwick looked terrified before. No. Now, he truly did. But as the babies were brought together, their cries died off.

“I’m going to help Maxwell see to your mate. Then we’ll rescue you.”

I was feeling quite sleepy all of a sudden. “Can I take a nap?” I asked out loud.

“You are welcome to go to sleep in just a bit,” Dr. King said. “We have to finish closing the incision and then clean you up. We understand it’s late and you are probably tired. The adrenaline is most likely wearing off now that the babies have been born.”

I grinned as I turned my head back toward Warwick. He was staring down at the babies. I felt Grandpa move behind me, and then he placed his other hand on my shoulder while the other continued to hold my hand.

“Did you two ever decide on names?” Grandpa asked.

Warwick nodded at me.

“We did. We decided the first one born would be Xander, and the second would be Zayne,” I told everyone in the room. “And we need to get their bracelets on them so I can tell them apart,” I told Warwick.

My mate chuckled. “Do you think I haven’t already put them on their ankles?”

I sighed. “Thank you.”

“They’re absolutely gorgeous,” the goddess said as she leaned over Warwick’s shoulder to look at the twins.

I smiled at her. I would never forget that the goddess, Grandfather’s creator, the person responsible for all of us being here, was at the birth of my children.

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