A loud cry from upstairs startles me and I instantly look at the ceiling.
“I will go,” Ezra offers, but I shake my head to refuse his offer as politely as I can.
The twins are due to have their bath time, and I would rather deal with that myself. Both Ezra and Mateo already do a lot for our kids, and these days, since our relationship is getting better again, I want to spend more time with my children.
As I head upstairs, Mateo trails after me, but doesn’t say anything. My mates are amazing fathers, so if they want to help, even if I don’t need a hand, I try to appreciate their efforts, even if I feel like they are being a little too much.
Mateo grabs some towels on the way past the linen cupboard. He hands those to Ezra and me, and we bring them to the nursery. I love how thoughtful Mateo is. He always chooses the best of the best for our children. Even the small things like fluffy, warm towels are the greatest gesture in my eyes.
“Mathias said he will head over to your brother now,” Ezra announces as he scoops Eziah out of his crib. I didn’t even notice when Mathias mindlinked him. I swear, these days, I get so distracted, and stuck in my own head it’s getting ridiculous.
My eyes focus on the twins. Both of them are growing like weeds under the sun and rain. Eziah is crawling already, though Marabella has not quite mastered it yet. They are early bloomers, our children are barely four and half months old and already advanced for their age. I don’t think it will be long before Eziah pulls himself up on the furniture, as he already tries to when he sits up.
Grabbing Marabella out of the crib, I pop her on my hip. Her big, beautiful eyes look around the room, and then, they glaze over.
“That is what I was telling you about the other day,” Ezra says, pointing at her. I raise an eyebrow as I watch her eyes turn dim and turn back to bright a few seconds later.
A shiver runs up my spine. For some reason, an uneasy feeling creeps up on me and tries to seep into every bit of my body and mind. Ezra is watching her while Eziah is busy eating his hand and drooling all over it.
“Eziah does it too,” Ezra adds. He sounds slightly worried, but I don’t blame him. Not the slightest, because now that I have seen it happen for myself, I am worried about them too.
“She finally caught sight of what we said,” Mateo says, walking in the nursery.
“Yeah, it is definitely strange. It almost looks like she was mindlinking, but that would be impossible, they have no wolf yet, and they are babies.” I object as I run my fingers through Marabella’s short, dark curls.
“Are you coming to dadda?” Mateo asks, clapping his hands in front of her.
Marabella flashes him a big gummy grin as she holds her mittened hands out for Mateo, clearly, more than happy to be carried around by her dad. I pass her to Mateo and look over at Eziah, who is currently slobbering on Ezra’s arm, biting him with his gums.
“He must be teething. I swear, this drooling is getting out of control,” Ezra groans, holding him up and looking at him.
Eziah giggles and Ezra rubs his stubble on his belly. Our boy coos and smiles as drool runs down his chin.
Although the drooling is a little disgusting, I still smile at the view. I don’t think I will ever get tired of watching my mates with our children. They are such great fathers, they don’t fail to amaze me every day. And the love that radiates off them makes me fall for Ezra and Mateo over and over again, each time, harder than before.
I let them enjoy some time together as I waltz out of the nursery, down the hall, and to the bathroom. As I run the bath for the babies, I realize how preoccupied my mind is.
Starting with tomorrow and everything that might happen during the Alpha meeting. All the risks and possibilities circle through my mind. Then in between everything else, there are still my worries about Andrei and Sage. And to top it all off, now I have to figure out what’s the deal with our twins and what their strange behavior might mean.
There is already so much going on, and too much on my mind, but I can’t forget that there are also my mates. I didn’t notice it at first, not much anyway, but since Seline brought me back, there seems to be a power imbalance within the house. Ezra is so used to being the strongest out of us, he struggles with certain things, not to mention he really doesn’t like giving up his control. I don’t think he will ever give up, if anything, I believe he will keep fighting me every step of the way.
Mateo, is the complete opposite, he has always been so chilled out, he never cared to be the Alpha amongst us. He was, and still is, more than content with being Beta, and letting us run things and argue amongst ourselves. The only time Mateo argues with me is an issue about the kids, or my mental health, which unfortunately has been slipping lately.
Being a Gemini and Goddess reincarnate is exhausting, and we all know how that worked out for Josiah. The power of being a Gemini sent him mad, and sometimes I wonder if I am doomed with the same fate. I can feel it at the edges of my mind, but that also makes me wonder and worry what this means for our kids as they grow up.
On the bright side, for the most part, Ezra and I are pretty evenly matched until I tick him off and Maddox comes forward. My aura outweighs Ezra’s, but Ezra knows Maddox is a force to be reckoned with, and if things aren’t going his way, he is quick to bring him forward.
On the not-so-bright side, when Maddox comes out, all hell can break loose. Maddox will just fight against my aura until I exhaust myself, and then he quickly tries to shove me under his. Neither of us wants to bend to the other, which is why I feel like our bond has become chaotic and a little unstable.