Chapter 258: Niall and Thieran
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.
The second his arms encircle our son, something changes in his expression. His lips tremble, his breathing hitches, and his entire being melts into something softer, something infinite.
"He’s so small," Noelle breathes out, his voice barely above a whisper. His fingers trace over the baby’s cheek, then brush against his tiny curled fingers.
"So warm."
I nod, my throat feeling too tight for words.
The other twin—our younger boy—wiggles slightly in my hold. His fine blonde hair catches the dim light, a perfect mix of our lineage, his sleeping face unbothered by the world around him. I brush a thumb over his cheek, feeling the delicate softness of his skin, marveling at how something so small can feel so... monumental.