Ellie POV
The afternoon sunlight filtered softly through the curtains, warm and lazy. The apartment smelled faintly of baby powder and pine, the window cracked open to let in the scent of rain from the night before.
Kieran sat cross-legged on the floor, holding one of the boys on his knee while the other gurgled happily in the blanket beside him. His laugh filled the space — low and easy, the kind of sound that made people want to trust him.
“They’re getting big fast,” he said, bouncing the baby gently. “At this rate, they’ll be running the pack by next spring.”
I smiled faintly from the couch, though it felt strained. “You’ll give them ideas saying things like that.”
“Good,” Kieran said, grinning. “Start them ambitious.”
I shook my head, amused despite myself. The twins loved him —
