Izan nodded, unable to speak as emotion overwhelmed him.
He leaned forward, gently pressing his forehead to Elian's, his chest tightening as he looked at their children again. "Our little ones," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "They're really here."
Tears blurred his vision, and Elian gave a soft, tired chuckle. Even in his exhaustion, there was a warmth in his voice that wrapped around Izan like a balm. "I know," Elian murmured hoarsely. "It feels... unreal, doesn't it?"
Elian shifted slightly, adjusting the baby in his arms, his gaze locked on their child's tiny face.
Despite the weariness in his features, a soft laugh escaped him, light and full of wonder. "They look like you," Elian said, his words carrying a quiet awe. His exhaustion seemed to melt away, replaced by the sheer joy of parenthood. "They have your eyes."
