Valen POV

We were finally going home, and I was beside myself with panic and I think that this was the slowest I had ever driven in my life. Cars were honking their horns behind me, and I glared at the driver in my mirror. Does he not see the baby on board sticker? 

“Valen 50kms is already too slow for this strip. You’re doing 20 under,” Everly hisses at me as cars overtake me. 

“We have fragile cargo in the car. What if their little heads wobble?” Just saying that has me reduce my speed more. It wasn’t worth the risk! 

“We are more likely to get hit with you going this slow,” Everly scolds, and I sigh. 

“I’m serious, Valen. Speed up or let me drive. They’re more durable than you think,” 

“They are newborns!” I catch Everly rolling her eyes.

“I get this is your first newborn, and you want to wrap them in cotton wool, but seriously, they are durable, geez. Valarian fell off the bed once, screamed his damn head off, but he is perfectly fine,” 

“You dropped him off the bed?” I ask, horrified. 

“No! Of course not! He rolled off. Damn near had a heart attack.” She laughs. 

“Why are you laughing?” I asked, outraged. She was not holding them if she was going to be dropping them. 

“Nothing. Just something your mother said when she raced to our room because I was screaming like a banshee thinking I killed him.”

“What did she say?” I asked, curious. 

happened, and her reply was. He’s screaming. He’s fine. It’s when they

was he?”

him into his car seat. He turned out perfectly fine.” she states while all I could think was how

has OCD.See what dropping him did?” Everly sighs and shakes

he gets that from. I bet the entire house is

genetic,” I

 “I would debate otherwise,” she retorts.

don’t have

babyproof the entire place?” she

I tell her, opening the mind-link.

watching Valarian for me since I couldn’t fit everyone in the car. “All the baby proofing stuff, hide it. Undo it. I need to prove to Everly

replies and I bite

I ask, damn it.

and I cut the

going to tell me the names you picked?” Everly asks, leaning over to check

tomorrow when I pick up the bracelets,” I tell her, and she hisses, clutching

I pull

slowest damn drive of my life. Next time I am driving!” she states, shoving the door open. Now, to master these capsules, they were a real bitch to get in. I had to get my father to show

then the middle one while I was still struggling to

the handle. The red button on the side and

around to my side, one baby capsule in each hand. She sets them down

she was just

a mule carting it all up. When the elevator doors open, Marcus opens the mind-link as I step inside. “How do I get the toilet things off? I can’t even open the lid,” Marcus tells me.

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