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“You’re Mommy’s devil boy,” Damien shot back instantly.
Now the twins stood toe-to-toe, identical dark heads tilted upward in challenge, glaring at one another with matching intensity while behind them, their parents were still lost in a heated kiss.
Sofía finally pushed at Fernando’s chest, breaking the kiss as she drew in a shaky breath. Her chest rose and fell rapidly.
“Don’t tease me,” Dominique growled low under his breath.
“Then stop destroying my things,” Damien snapped back, his warning sharp despite his small size.
“Boys.”
Fernando’s deep, commanding growl cut through the room like a blade.
Both children jumped and turned toward their father immediately.
“Yes, Dad,” they answered in perfect unison.
Their heads whipped toward each other again. A grin spread across both faces before they burst into soft giggles and high-fived, proud of their flawless synchronization.
“Don’t fight,” Fernando warned, his voice cold and firm.
They straightened instantly, spines rigid, nodding obediently.
“Ahh” Sofía suddenly cried out, clutching her swollen belly. “Fernando… ahhh!”
Another sharp wave hit her.
“Oh my God!” Dominique gasped dramatically. “Dad, Mommy is peeing on you!”
“M-my water broke,” Sofía breathed as another contraction seized her.
“Fuck!” Fernando cursed.
“He said fuck!” Dominique exclaimed, covering his mouth in horror. “It must be deadly serious.”
Damien nodded gravely beside him, both boys frozen.
“Aghh!” Sofía cried again as the next contraction crashed over her.
“Boys,” Fernando ordered sharply, his focus instantly shifting, “go call Aunt Corinne and Aunt Cécile. Tell them the princess is coming.”
Both boys saluted their father but then paused.
They slowly turned toward each other, eyes wide, mouths hanging open.
Then
“PRINCESS IS COMING!”
They bolted from the room, screaming the announcement at the top of their lungs.
Instead of panicking, Sofía let out a breathless chuckle between contractions as Fernando carefully lowered her fully onto the bed.
By the time he sat beside her and clasped her hand tightly, half the house had already woken up.
Corinne burst into the room, took one look at Sofía and immediately spun around to fetch Jeanne and Claire.
Cécile arrived moments later, and as the other women hurried in behind her, everything shifted into motion. The pack’s female gynecologist was summoned as well.
This wasn’t Sofía’s first delivery. She knew the pain. She knew the rhythm of it. It wasn’t as terrifying as the first time but it was no less intense.
“Deep breaths, doll,” Fernando murmured, gripping her left hand tightly while brushing damp strands of hair away from her sweaty forehead.
She nodded, focusing on his voice steady, grounding, loving.
“These boys are going to wake the entire pack,” Claire muttered with a soft laugh as she gathered fresh towels from the bathroom.
“Well, their princess is finally coming,” Jeanne added warmly.
Cécile took a seat beside Sofía as the doctor positioned herself carefully.
They adjusted Sofía properly on the bed.
“Luna, you’ll need to bear it a little longer. You’re not fully dilated yet,” the doctor said calmly.
Fernando muttered another curse under his breath.
This was the part he hated most the helplessness. Sitting beside her while she writhed in pain, unable to take even a fraction of it from her.
He would face armies without fear.
But this? Watching her suffer?
It broke him.
The contractions intensified.
“We want to see Mommy!” Dominique’s voice echoed from outside the door.
“You can’t go in, buddy,” Étienne replied firmly. “We men will wait for the princess out here.”
“But Dad is inside,” Damien protested with a pout.
“Dad is helping Mommy bring the princess,” Étienne explained, already sounding exasperated.
“Then what about Aunt Cécile, Aunt Corinne, Aunt Claire, Aunt Jeanne… and Aunt Doc?” Damien counted on his fingers thoughtfully. “That’s a lot of aunts helping bring the princess.”
Étienne grabbed a handful of his own hair in frustration. The boy looked far too cute while being that logical.
“What’s going on?” Alexandre’s sleepy voice drifted in as he joined them, rubbing his steel-gray eyes.
“Our princess is coming!” Damien and Dominique shouted together before high-fiving again in perfect sync.
“What?!” Alexandre’s eyes widened. “Her room isn’t decorated yet!”
All three boys froze.
Then panic struck.
They bolted toward the nursery, determined to hang up the drawings they had prepared as a surprise.
Ricardo chuckled as they raced past him. Alexandre, Ricardo and Corinne’s son was nearly the same age as the twins, only three months younger.
“I’m sorry I’m late,” Monica’s gentle voice carried down the hall.
The Moon Goddess had been merciful. Monica had been granted a second chance at a mate and it had been Étienne. He had never found his destined one, and when fate offered him Monica, he had been overjoyed. She had needed time, but eventually love had grown between them.
Now they stood together, strong and steady.
Monica pressed a quick kiss to Étienne’s cheek before hurrying inside the room. Étienne and Ricardo remained outside, pacing in the lounge, tension etched across their faces.
Inside
“You’re fully dilated, Luna. It’s time. Push,” the doctor instructed.
Sofía inhaled deeply and pushed with everything she had. A cry ripped from her throat as pain burned through her body.
“You are strong,” Fernando whispered fiercely against her ear. “My strong wife. My strong mate. Push, baby. You can do this.”
He breathed her in, drawing strength from her scent even as he tried to steady his own racing heart.
She cried out and pushed again.
The women around her encouraged her loudly cheering, urging, guiding.
One final push
Her body collapsed back against the mattress as a small, sharp cry filled the room.
A baby’s cry.
Everything went still.
For a heartbeat, no one moved.
Fernando froze.
Sofía saw it in his eyes the awe, the disbelief, the overwhelming love. He had longed for his princess from the moment he knew she existed.
And now
She was here.
He gently brushed Sofía’s hair back from her damp face and pressed a tender kiss to her forehead.
“You are my strong woman,” he whispered reverently.
Then he kissed her softly, lovingly, sealing the moment as their daughter’s cries echoed around them.