chapter 5(3)

Marabella flashes him a big gummy grin as she holds her mittened hands out for Mateo, clearly, more than happy to be carried around by her dad. I pass her to Mateo and look over at Eziah, who is currently slobbering on Ezra’s arm, biting him with his gums. “He must be teething. I swear, this drooling is getting out of control,” Ezra groans, holding him up and looking at him. Eziah giggles and Ezra rubs his stubble on his belly. Our boy coos and smiles as drool runs down his chin. Although the drooling is a little disgusting, I still smile at the view. I don’t think I will ever get tired of watching my mates with our children. They are such great fathers, they don’t fail to amaze me every day. And the love that radiates off them makes me fall for Ezra and Mateo over and over again, each time, harder than before. I let them enjoy some time together as I waltz out of the nursery, down the hall, and to the bathroom. As I run the bath for the babies, I realize how preoccupied my mind is. St