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“We just get to take them?” Devon asked with a frown. “It feels wrong. Like we’re taking babies that we shouldn’t be taking, because who’s trusting us with babies?” he said as Jeremy clipped them into their car seats.

“It’s hard to believe that we’re about to take them home,” I admitted. “I don’t know how to take care of them!”

“We’ll figure it out,” Jeremy said, never looking away from the babies, a smile plastered on his face.

Nate was tasked with driving us home, and he drove twenty under the speed limit the entire way back. I didn’t say a single word about it. I merely sat between my two babies in their car seats and grinned to myself.

All three of these alphas were treating my babies like they were the most fragile and loved creatures in existence, and it warmed my heart to see.

Chapter 37

Nate

When I had booked my leave of absence, I had assumed I would be groveling and making up for being an asshole to Daisy.

The last thing I expected was for it to be the happiest time of my life.

Daisy was magnificent. She had been beautiful before, but ever since becoming a mother, there was a new glow to her that I couldn’t resist. She fell into the role so easily, anticipating the girls’ needs before they even thought about crying.

Holding her hand throughout her labor had been an honor. One I hadn’t expected. But once the labor got underway, Jeremy and Devon became somewhat useless thanks to their bonds, leaving me to step up.

The girls were mere days old, and I was already considering if Daisy would ever want more children. I certainly wanted them. It wasn’t something I had really thought about until I was holding Poppy and Petunia in my arms. The moment they looked up at me with those big eyes, I knew that two wasn’t enough. I wanted an entire football team of children in my life.

I couldn’t picture anyone else to have children with other than Daisy.

The idea of letting another omega into my life had always been so daunting. While it would have helped the majority of my symptoms, the idea of opening myself up to that level of pain again was terrifying.

Only, this small omega and her adorable babies had crept up on me in a way that it didn’t matter if we were bonded or not: if I lost any of them, I would suffer immensely. Every time I imagined some sort of harm coming to them or them leaving, my chest tightened painfully and spots appeared in my vision. Deep down, I knew it would hurt more than losing Jilly.

The girls were due for a feed soon—we were all falling into a natural rhythm with feeds and naps. Nursing made Daisy thirsty so I grabbed a large glass of water, adding a little electrolyte powder and stirring it with the pastel glass straws Daisy loved so much.

At the last second, I grabbed a cereal bar and a bag of dried fruit so she had snack options as well, and took my little haul upstairs to the nest.

Daisy was standing over the crib, her hair falling down in a thick mass of red waves as she cooed at the girls laying next to each other. The late afternoon light was hitting the stained windows just so, drenching the nest in bright colors. It reminded me of a church, but far more beautiful.

If this was a church, I would happily worship on my knees at this omega’s altar all day and all night long.

Gilbert laid by the crib. He had taken to staying by the twins at all times. He was completely enamored with them, same as every other male in the house.

“Hey, Nate,” she said, looking up and smiling at me. “They just finished nursing.”

I placed the snacks and drinks on the bedside table, joining her to look at the girls for a moment.

Despite being awake, they were peacefully curled around each other, their eyes drifting in a happy little milk coma.

“You’re fucking amazing with them,” I said.

“They’re easy babies, and I’ve got plenty of help.” Daisy shrugged.

“Don’t sell yourself short,” I admonished.

“I’m not. Devon and Jeremy have been wonderful.”

“I’ve never seen the pair of them so happy. They’re eternally on cloud nine.”

Daisy snorted. “It’s the post-pregnancy hormones from me. They’re feeling it all through the bond.”

“It’s not just that,” I said, gently reaching down to adjust Poppy’s bootie that she’d kicked off before turning to look at Daisy again. My chest tightened, there was so much I wanted to say, but didn’t know how. “It’s because they love you, and the girls.”

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