POV: Ember
The coffee mug broke in my hands.
"Not again," I groaned, staring at the broken pieces scattered across the kitchen floor.
This was the third mug this week. My omega powers were still unpredictable, especially when I got emotional. And lately, I'd been feeling a lot of confusing emotions.
"Mom broke another one!" my daughter Lily called out from her high chair.
"Mama oops!" my son Max giggled, clapping his tiny hands.
At eight months old, both twins were already showing signs of their special abilities. Lily could make toys float across the room, and Max could understand what people were thinking before they said it out loud.
"Yes, Mama made an oops," I said, using my powers to sweep up the broken pieces without touching them.
The front door opened, and Ash walked in carrying grocery bags.
"Let me guess," he said, seeing the mess. "Another power surge?"
"I was thinking about Cade's visit tomorrow," I admitted.
Ash's smile faded a little. "Ah."
