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. 

He’s screaming. He’s fine. It’s when they don’t make noise that you worry.” I raise an eyebrow

was

the kids head on the door frame lifting him into his car seat. He turned out perfectly fine.” she states while all I could think was how the heck my son

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

wonder where he gets that from. I bet the

genetic,” I tell

would debate otherwise,”

have

didn’t babyproof the entire place?” she scoffs,

mind-link. She shakes her

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

replies and I bite back the urge

do as I ask, damn it. I am

it,” Marcus says, and I cut

the names you picked?” Everly asks, leaning over to

pick up the bracelets,” I tell her, and she hisses, clutching her stomach as she turns back to face

says as I pull into the

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 me, who was just as useless,

out, then the middle one while I was still struggling

the handle. The red button on the side

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

just showing

elevator doors open, Marcus opens the mind-link as I step inside. “How do I get the toilet things off? I

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