"No…" Lucien mumbled, hiding his red face against her shoulder. "You're making us shy…"
Sable nodded rapidly, his cheeks glowing like little lanterns. "Mom, don't say smart… my brain will melt…"
Alina couldn't stop smiling. Their tiny embarrassment was so precious it made her heart feel full and warm.
Behind them, Dante watched with his arms crossed, his expression unreadable, though his eyes softened more with every passing second.
He cleared his throat loudly, almost theatrically.
"Cough. Cough."
Three tiny heads turned toward him at the exact same time.
"I am here as well," he said, his voice dry enough to rival a desert.
"We know," Lucien and Sable replied in perfect harmony, not even a little embarrassed.
Dante blinked. "Good. Because I am happy you two are excited about having a mum, but I also have my mate, so maybe I should get more time with her?" he suggested, completely serious.
Sable gasped. "Dad, we are babies. We need Mom more."
Alina snorted into her hand.
