**~ Cayden's POV ~**
I shouldn't have given her alcohol. That was probably one of the dumbest decisions I've ever made in my entire life.
At first, Hazel just giggled, swaying slightly as she tried to walk in a straight line—but then she took off, practically sprinting down the hallway like a child high on sugar and serotonin. I reached out to grab her hand, but she yanked away with a force I had almost forgotten she possessed. She was strong—scary strong.
"Oh my God," she sang, twirling dramatically, arms wide like she could catch the stars. "My babies! My babies are coming back to me!"
I blinked. Panic settled into my chest. I hadn't even prepared anything yet. Their clothes, their food hell, I didn't even have a crib. And here she was, practically floating on happiness. Or maybe it was just the alcohol. No, it was definitely the alcohol.
"Hazel, calm down," I called, jogging after her.
