Thorne POV
Noelle blinks up at me, his green eyes hazy with exhaustion, but the second he realizes what I'm holding, his lips part slightly. His gaze moves from my face to the tiny bundles wrapped securely in soft cloth, their small chests rising and falling with each tiny breath.
I adjust my grip slightly, cradling both of them in my arms as I settle onto the bed beside him. The flickering candlelight makes the moment feel even more intimate, casting soft shadows on the walls, wrapping us in a cocoon of warmth and silence.
Noelle swallows hard, his fingers trembling as he reaches out, as if afraid he might break them.
I smile and nudge his hand toward the older twin—the one with dark wisps of black hair, a mirror of his father.
"Here," I murmur, carefully shifting the small bundle so Noelle can hold him properly.
