(From Blue's Perspective)
"Mama…"
"Yes?"
"Mama…"
"Is this your favorite word now, Dion?" I chuckled and kissed him on the cheek.
Demian was awake and fortunately, not crying. I got used to carrying both of them at the same time. It was an important thing I had to manage to do as soon as possible because both of my kids were rather clingy.
"Dion, don't touch your brother like that. He will get hurt. Honey, gently. Be gentle."
Demian giggled when Dion giggled out of nowhere. The sound of them was beautiful and very happy. They had no idea what happened last night.
Dion poked Demian's dimple because he found it interesting.
"You find your little brother's dimples cute?"
