*~Hazel’s POV~*
"So I was right," I said. "You’re hiding sothing from ."
"I never said that—" He imdiately deflected.
"You didn’t have to. Your eyes said it all." I spat.
"My eyes?" Cayden stepped closer. I stepped back. He grabbed my waist and yanked in until our chests t.
"What do you see in them?" he murmured, brushing his hair out of his face. His stupidly gorgeous, well-sculpted face.
"Lies and deceit." I shoved him off.
He ca right back, dragging again. We wrestled pushing, him pulling until the babies burst into laughter. We both froze.
"Hey, look! They like it," Cayden said.
"Let’s do it again!"He pushed again. And the twins laughed harder.
"Why are you using to entertain them?" I snapped.
"It’s fun," he said simply.
"No, it’s not. Let’s pick their damn nas and stop acting like a kid."
"What am I even saying?" I muttered, rubbing my temple. "Asking a child to help na my babies..."
"Fine," he shrugged. "Then I’ll na them myself."
"Have you forgotten sothing?" he cut in, smug. "I’m not just their father—I’m the Alpha... I have a say in this."
"No, you don’t get power here," I hissed. "I’m the one who birthed them. I brought them into this world."
"And who made you their mother?" he replied smoothly...His voice dropped—low, dangerous.
My heart stopped....That night flashed in my head. The night I stord into his room to reject him... and ended up getting marked instead. The mory hit fresh and raw.
I turned away and sat on the bed.. "Ugh."
"Exactly," he muttered, sitting beside . "We’re never going to agree on this, are we?"
"Nope." I flopped onto the bed. "How did we even end up as parents?"
"Could’ve been and Caspian," I sighed. "Would’ve been way easier."
"Ouch. That hurts."
"Sorry, it’s just... we’re not compatible parents. We should’ve done a test or sothing."
"That’s not how the mate bond works," he said, voice suddenly soft. "We’re made for each other."
My heart flipped. I shut the feeling down fast...Just then, both babies reached their hands out.
"Oh no. Not again." I leaned over. "You guys need feeding?"
But the mont I touched their tiny fingers... I heard it. A voice. My voice... and another masculine voice.
"Heather... Christian."
I jerked back. "What?"
I touched them again. It ca clearer...my voice and a man’s voice. Familiar. Cayden? No—Caspian? Or...
Both?
"Their nas," I whispered. "Heather and Christian.".....Cayden stared at .
"I’ve said it before. I know I’ve said it before. With you... or Caspian. I just..." My hand clutched my head as pain pulsed through it. "I can’t rember when. But those are their nas."
"Heather... and Christian," he repeated slowly.
I nodded. "Yes. I rember. Sohow, I rember."
"Are you crazy?" Cayden asked, staring at like I’d just grown two heads.
His brows lifted, concern shadowing his face as he reached out and touched my neck, checking my temperature.
"No, I’m not crazy," I said, swatting his hand off.
"You’re burning up," he muttered.
"I’m fine. Do I look like sothing is wrong with ?"
"Yes," he said flatly. "Yes, you absolutely do. You’re lying—not just on I and Caspian—but on innocent babies. Hazel, you just said the babies told you their nas."
"They did!" I snapped. "I held their hands, and I heard voices. One of them was mine!"
"Newborns, Hazel. Newborns. They don’t even know what their hands are. How in the moon’s na would they whisper their nas into your head?"
I glared at him. "You’re not listening. It wasn’t a dream or hallucination. I felt it. It was real. The nas are Heather and Christian."
Cayden groaned dramatically and threw his hands in the air. "My wife is losing it."
"I AM NOT CRAZY!"
"Okay. Okay, fine," he said, holding his hands up in mock surrender. "But I still stand by Jordan and Kaylee. Solid nas. Normal nas."
"I’m not naming my babies Jordan and Kaylee."
"And I’m not naming mine Feathers and Cyristain," he muttered, purposely butchering the nas.
"It’s Heather and Christian," I corrected through clenched teeth.
As if on cue, the babies giggled in their cradles.
"See!" I pointed. "They like those nas!"
He rolled his eyes. "Fine. Whatever. Maybe it’s part of your magical delusion. But admit it, Hazel—Heather sounds a little too close to Hazel. And Christian... doesn’t that remind you of a certain Caspian?"
I blinked.
He smirked.
"I am their father, not Caspian," he added sharply.
"Are you jealous of your own baby?" I asked, disgusted.
"No! I’m just saying—the boy should have a na that reflects . If the girl gets a na similar to yours—Heather, Hazel—then maybe the boy’s should be, I don’t know... Cayden Jr.?"
"Absolutely not."
"Then at least not Christian. I’m vetoing it."
"Too late." I folded my arms. "You’re not ready to act right, so Christian it is."
He was about to argue when there was a knock at the door. The universe really had timing, because Caspian was the one who walked in.
"Speak of the devil," Cayden muttered under his breath.
I elbowed him and hissed, "Stop it."
"What’s going on here?" Caspian asked, already halfway to .
He leaned in and kissed my forehead. "Congratulations, dear."
"Thank you," I said, returning the gesture with a quick kiss on his cheek.
Cayden’s face twitched. "Grab your room, man," he muttered bitterly.
"Jealous?" I teased, raising a brow.
"Nope." Cayden yanked to his side. "You’re my wife. Why would I be jealous of my own wife?" he asked, then kissed my forehead too.
I wiped the kiss off. "Copycat."
Cayden scowled.
"We’ve nad the babies," I announced, turning to Caspian with a smile. "Heather and Christian."
"We?" Cayden scoffed. "She ans she nad them. Solo. No input from ."
"She claims the babies whispered their nas to her." He turned to Caspian. "You hear that? Whispered. Newborns."
"I promise you, it happened!" I shouted, ready to slap both of them upside the head.
Cayden threw his hands up dramatically. "See?! Our wife is losing it."
"I. Am. Not. CRAZY!"
The babies laughed again.
Caspian chuckled. "Well, if the babies approve... I guess Christian and Heather it is."
I shot Cayden a smug look....And he shot a glare.
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