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Talia shook her head, “No. We will not be. They will come out the way they are meant to. They will listen to their mother.”

And then... almost as if a wand had been whipped around and a spell was cast, Talia’s next contraction hit, and she pushed, and pushed, and pushed.

Baby A came out at three twenty-three in the morning.

Baby B followed at three forty-seven in the morning.

And then I got to see my two boys.

Isaiah Ronan Davis weighed seven pounds and five ounces.

Ryder Isaac Davis weighed seven pounds and two ounces.

“How the hell do we tell them apart?” I asked.

Misty chuckled.

Then Talia snapped, “Get onto him for his language.”

Misty grinned, “If you can’t cuss the day you go into labor, when can you? Notice I didn’t yell at you.”

Talia glared, “Had you done that, I would have kicked you out of this room.”

Misty winked at Talia, “My point exactly.”

Then she smiled and said, “Leave their bracelets on for a few days.”

Harlee giggled, “Paint their toenails.”

At my scowl, Talia looked at me with a lifted brow.

I growled.

She fucking giggled.

Only my woman would giggle at my growl.

Fuck. Me.

Talia

“Did she really ask you to put ice on her vagina?” Garrick asked as he held Isaiah.

Dominik snickered, “She sure as fuck did.”

“What about taking a pair of tongs reaching inside of her, and yanking them out?” Carter asked.

Dominik snickered again, “That too.”

I smiled as I finally allowed my body to have the rest it needed.

I knew my husband would stand watch and keep us all safe.

And I was right.

I woke up to him saying in a low tone, “If you wake my wife up with your loud mouth, I’ll make you regret it.”

“I’m awake,” I said.

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