KATHERINE POV
**Six Months Later**
If someone had told me six months ago that I’d survive giving birth with four overgrown alphas pacing the hospital like caffeinated wolves, that I’d survive Helena’s colic phase without murdering anyone, and that I’d somehow still be alive, semi-sane, and only halfway drowning in laundry, bottles, and sleepless nights, I would’ve laughed in their face.
But here we were.
Helena Savage—yes, Savage, because the Moon Goddess clearly thought it was funny—was six months old. My Sunshine, our Sunshine. A squirmy, giggly bundle of fat rolls and turquoise eyes that looked exactly like her fathers’ combined. No, seriously. The Moon Goddess must’ve stirred all four of them in a pot, sprinkled glitter, added my temper, and boom—mini Goddess of Chaos.
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