Mara
One Hour Later
I had delivered twins, a boy and a girl.
They’d taken them away to clean and swaddle, but the moment they left the room, I was already aching to see them again. I’d been wheeled back into the private room, still shaky, still high on exhaustion and emotion.
Lucian sat at my bedside, holding my hand like it was sacred. His other hand brushed my hair back softly before he kissed my forehead, then my knuckles, over and over.
“Thank you,” he whispered. “Thank you, my love.”
The joy in his eyes was undeniable. He was glowing, an Alpha, a mate, a new father.
“We have twins, Mara,” he said with wonder. “A boy and a girl.”
I nodded, smiling faintly. “I still can’t believe it.”
The door opened, and the nurses walked in carrying two bundles wrapped in pale blue and pink.
