Page 6 of The Prince's Secret Twins

She blinked and looked around, trying to shove him out of the way. But he was several inches over six feet and packed with muscle compared to her five feet, five inches of soft curves.

“My babies! I have to find my babies!” she gasped, still trying to push him out of the way.

That’s when Edin and Algar stood up, a tiny, sleeping bundle in each of their arms. “They have been fed and changed,” Algar assured her.

Tila ran to them, running her hands over their fleece covered bodies. “My babies,” she whispered, needing to touch both of them, but it was also obvious that she wasn’t sure which one to pick up first.

“Tila,” Joran snapped, pulling her attention back to him. “Calm down. The boys are fine.”

She spun around, her hair flying around her before settling back around her shoulders. Sort of. She’d pulled her hair into a band to keep it out of her face, but the band was losing the battle. At this point, only a small lump of hair was caught while the rest of it fluttered freely.

“Don’t you dare tell me to calm down!” she hissed. “I’ve been caring for our babies ever since you walked out of my life, Joran! Laith and Rafi were nurtured in my body and I’ve done my best to care for them since they were born! Alone, I might add! Because you left me!”

Tears spilled down her cheeks.

“I’m sorry, Tila,” he assured her, moving closer, aching to take her into his arms. “I didn’t know that you were pregnant, love.”

“Don’t you call me ‘love’ you bastard!” she yelled, then glanced nervously over at her infant sons. When they didn’t wake up, she glared up at Joran but lowered her voice. “Don’t you ever call me ‘love’! You don’t have that right! Not anymore. You walked out of my life one day and I don’t hear from you for months! You don’t reply to my text messages, you don’t answer my calls! You just…abandon me, alone and terrified for the entire pregnancy!”

“I didn’t know you were pregnant, Tila,” Joran repeated in what he thought was a very soothing tone.

It wasn’t, according to Tila. “You would have known, if you’d bothered to answer my phone calls!”

Joran shook his head. “Tila, I didn’t get any calls from you. I haven’t received a text message from you in months.”

“Liar!” she snapped. “I texted and called, left voice mails pleading with you to call me back.” She jerked the band from her hair, then impatiently gathered her curls and re-banded everything so that her hair was out of her eyes again.

Chapter 3

Tila felt as if her world was falling apart. Joran had returned and she was so tired! One baby was difficult enough, but she had two babies and they seemed to need to eat every five minutes. Her life had become a constant rotation of feeding, burping, soothing, changing dirty diapers, and trying to convince herself she wasn’t losing her mind. The fluctuating hormones didn’t help either. One moment, she was laughing at their adorable expressions, the next, she was sobbing because their hair wasn’t fluffy enough.

“Tila, if these children are mine, then we need to get you to safety.”

The warning brought her eyes back to Joran’s and her heart ached. He was so damn handsome and alive and strong and…everything she wasn’t. He was even clean! She’d bet a whole month of baby formula money that he’d had a shower within the last twenty-four hours. Tila wasn’t sure if she’d had a shower in the past week. In fact, she wasn’t even sure what day it was!

“Safety?” She blinked, trying to make sense of what he was saying, but her breasts ached. She hadn’t nursed her sons last night. Had they slept through the night? No, that was impossible. They were only two months old. They wouldn’t sleep through the night for another several months according to the baby books.

The books she wanted to burn for imparting that bit of information. She was so tired and…!

Tila glanced down at the tee shirt she’d donned…she wasn’t sure when she’d pulled this ugly, stretched-out-of-shapetee shirt on. In fact, she had to glance towards a window to see if it was night or day.

Night.

“What time is it?” she asked, curling her shoulders inwards and crossing her arms over her chest. Her milk was leaking since the boys hadn’t woken up to nurse. And dear heaven, her breasts ached. They were so full of milk, she would need to pump and that was such a humiliating, bovine experience.

Edin started to turn away. “Maybe we should–”

“Give me my baby!” Tila replied, grabbing the tiny infant out of the big man’s arms.

Algar kept bouncing the baby in his arms. “Should I continue to hold this one?”

Tila looked down at the boy in his arms. “That’s Laith and he prefers to sleep in his crib.” She bounced the other baby in her arms. “This one is Rafi and he gets irritated if I put him in his crib.”

“He was in the crib earlier.”

“Was he the first to wake up?” she asked.

“Yes, but–”

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