Seraphine's POV
The morning air felt serene, one of those rare moments when chaos seemed distant. I found myself humming softly while tucking blankets around my sleeping twins. Both babies lay curled in their bassinets, their tiny forms peaceful in slumber.
My mate possessed an insatiable appetite for intimacy. Last night, he begged me to muffle his sounds as he reached climax inside me. "We should consider expanding our family," he murmured, sliding beside me and drawing me against his chest.
"Absolutely not," I hummed, closing my eyes and surrendering to sleep almost instantly.
I gazed at Theodore, who was also sleeping, soft snores escaping him after our intense session the previous evening.
When I leaned down to kiss his forehead, he awakened. His hands captured my waist, pulling me on top of him. The sheet barely concealed his groin where his arousal was already evident.
"Mr. Zain, enough intimacy for now," I teased, playfully tapping his chest.
