Sophia
The days that followed the twins’ birth were nothing short of overwhelming.
My body was still sore, my emotions fragile, but what truly caught me off guard was Erick’s presence, constant, unwavering, and impossibly protective.
He never left my side. Not once.
If I turned my head, he was there. If I blinked, he was already watching.
Sometimes I’d wake up in the middle of the night, and he’d still be sitting in the chair beside the bed, the pups cradled safely in his arms, his gaze sweeping over the room like a hawk watching for prey.
At first, I thought it was simply his excitement, a father’s natural protectiveness.
But soon, I realized it was something deeper. Something instinctive, almost primal.
Erick wasn’t just being protective; he was being territorial.
He wouldn’
