Holding our newborn daughters, Rhiannon and Rowena, close to me, I felt a surge of emotions that I hadn't been able to fully process yet. It was overwhelming, this fierce love mixed with a protective instinct I never thought I was capable of.
My girls were so tiny, so precious, and with their tiny hands gripping my fingers, it was hard to believe they were real.
Rhiannon had a crown of brown hair streaked with vibrant red, her eyes a striking crimson with tiny horns just barely peeking from her forehead.
Rowena was her mirror opposite, with a cascade of red hair streaked with deep brown, her eyes reflecting the same brilliant red hue. They were perfect, a blend of both Seraphine and me, and I couldn't stop staring at them.
But amidst the chaos of childbirth and exhaustion, Seraphine hadn't left my side for a moment.
