The nursing room had never been meant to host a dinner party, but of course, with Seraphine's determination and Leora's relentless enthusiasm, that's exactly what was happening.
The moment it was suggested that I should stay in bed to rest after the twins' arrival, everyone decided the best solution was to simply bring the celebration to me.
And who was I to argue with that, especially if it meant being surrounded by my new daughters, Rhiannon and Rowena?
The air was filled with a blend of rich, mouth-watering aromas drifting from Leora's kitchen creations.
As the best cook in both the demon and human realms, Leora had clearly gone all out.
The nursing room had been transformed into an impromptu dining area, with trays of food precariously balanced on every available surface from the rocking chair to the changing table, which was now covered with plates instead of baby supplies.
