JASPER'S POV
My eyes were fixed on Tatian as she sat on the bed, cradling our twins in her arms. She moved with such grace and tenderness, feeding them one after the other, her focus entirely on them. I couldn't help but admire the way she effortlessly handled both of them, her love for them shining in every movement. Once the twins were content and full, she gently laid them down in the baby cot beside the bed, her touch as soft as a whisper.
I had prepared a cup of warm milk for her, and when I handed it to her, she took it with a grateful smile. We settled back into bed, and I pulled her close, feeling her warmth against me as she sipped the milk. I pressed a gentle kiss to her temple, closing my eyes as the peacefulness of the moment washed over us. The quiet hum of the room, the soft breathing of the babies, and Tatian's presence beside me—it was all I could have ever asked for.
