—Micah—
The moment that we arrived in the Vortex, it was raining outside and the annoying Prince greeted us.
"My niece and nephew!" He exclaimed.
Hanzo was in his father's arms while I was holding Amana.
"Hanzo isn't your nephew," Iris said and she greeted him warmly. Then, he gave hugs and kisses to the babies and he greeted our husbands.
"Oh, alright. Maybe, my nephew soon?" He paused. "Anyway, I prepared rooms for you and separate rooms for the babies."
"My baby will stay with me," I told him. "She doesn't like to be away from us."
"Oh, that's a shame." He waved off. "Alright, let's go to the hall." He showed the way as Drago approached us. We bow our heads and he greeted me warmly and pointed his forefinger to Amana. She cooed and reached his hand and cooed again.
"So, adorable." He mumbled.
