“No, he’s your son,” she chuckles.
My eyes snap up at her. “Don’t joke, Angel. This can’t happen. How will he handle it when he grows up? Blushing every time a girl winks at him?”
I look down, feeling guilty. “Shit… I’m feeling so bad for him.”
She laughs, and my eyes return to her. “You’re kidding with me,” I chuckle.
She nods, smiling. I sigh in relief.
“You’re so mean, Matleon. Think about how bad the baby would have felt if it were really like that,” she scolds me.
“That bad would have been nothing compared to the shine he’d get around ladies,” I reply.
She chuckles.
“Why are they so ugly?” That’s the first question Zo asks right after seeing them.
I glare at him. “Call my children ugly once again, and I will not leave you in a state of having yours.”
He chuckles. “But that’s true.”
My son opens his eyes, looking straight at Zo. “Look at him, he’s already glaring and frowning,” Avi chuckles.
My daughter also opens her eyes.
Oh my fucking god.
What is this?How the hell can someone have eyes like a galaxy?There’s an outer circle of deep blue, and inside that, a lighter blue, then black, shining as if they hold endless stars. I stare into them, my eyes wide. My hands move on their own as I lift her the way I’ve seen in tutorial videos.
She watches me with those big galaxy eyes. Another little female who is going to keep me wrapped around her tiny finger.
I chuckle, lifting her up and kissing the top of her head. She gives me an empty-mouth smile.
“Come on, Leo, please don’t start crying now,” Avi says.
“Shut up,” I say, grinning without looking at her.
“You also have a son. Be a nice man and give some portion of this love to him as well,” Avi can’t shut up, that’s her curse.
I look away from my tiny daughter and toward the boy she’s holding. He’s got mine and Dad’s black eyes. I give my daughter to my Angel and take my son from Avi’s untrustworthy hands.
He stares at me, tilting his head. I run my fingers over his small head. He closes his eyes. I take a deep breath. My heart feels so full right now.Are all kids this adorable, or are they feeling more because they’re mine?
He grabs my finger in his small fist when I touch his round face.
“Why are they not crying?” I ask my smiling wife.
“I’ve always known you’ll be a useless father. Why do you want such cute babies to cry?” Avi says, the second part in a childish tone as she hovers over my boy, touching his cheeks, grinning, and muttering something in another language that surely humans don’t use.
I ignore this brainless creature and look toward my wife, the happy face of the woman who is my entire world, who makes me feel like I don’t need anything from this worldother than her.
