**Three and a Half Months Later**
Cleo and Cloe stared in awe at the twin babies cradled in Alexandra's arms, each suckling at her breasts. Alexandra couldn't help but giggle at their astonished expressions; even she hadn't expected to bear twins.
"I'm really an aunt, Cloe," Cleo exclaimed, her eyes fixated on the tiny, fair infants wrapped in delicate clothes. "And I choose the boy first as his godmother."
"I wasn't going for the boy, anyway," Cloe replied, rolling her eyes as they sat on Alexandra's bed in the grand Caestria castle, watching their friend tenderly breastfeed her newborns. "They're so cute, Jesus Christ." Her voice trailed off in wonder, prompting another giggle from Alexandra.
