Kayden
"This feels weird," I muttered softly, looking down at my chest as I held our daughter close.
Kayla was latched securely against me, her tiny hands resting flat against my chest as she nursed.
A wave of pure, overwhelming warmth washed over me as I stroked her soft cheek.
I couldn't help but look up at Rhys, who was sitting right beside me in the dim nursery light, holding Rowan cradled gently in one arm while feeding him a bottle.
It was long past midnight, and the twins showed absolutely zero signs of going to sleep anytime soon. It had been like this for the past three weeks straight ever since we brought them home from the hospital.
"It's not weird at all, my love," Rhys said softly, his blue eyes warm as he looked over at us. "You're a special type of Omega Primus, and our children are so blessed to have a father like you."
