Chapter 259: Cute family and revenge
I stretch for the first time in what feels like forever, relishing the freedom of movement now that I can finally see my knees again. The weight I had grown so accustomed to is gone, and yet, something even heavier fills the space in my heart—a warmth, a sense of completeness as I glance toward the small bassinet beside me.
The twins are sleeping soundly, their tiny chests rising and falling in peaceful rhythm. Niall’s tiny fingers curl slightly in his sleep, while Thieran’s nose scrunches up, as if something in his dreams is displeasing him. They’re perfect. So small, so fragile, yet already so full of life.
A commotion outside the door catches my attention, and before I can even ask, Thorne strides into the room, looking... put-upon.
Perched atop his broad shoulders like a tiny queen ruling over her domain is MiMi, her small hands buried deep in his golden hair, gripping with a level of possessiveness only she could manage. She’s nestled there comfortably, treating him like her personal warhorse, her tiny legs swinging slightly against his chest.
Thorne’s expression is a mixture of long-suffering patience and thinly veiled irritation, the deep furrow of his brow making it clear that he has absolutely no say in the matter. His large hands are braced under her legs to keep her from falling, but I can tell from the stiffness of his posture that he’s already lost this battle.
The sight alone nearly makes me choke on laughter.
MiMi, completely unbothered by her father’s internal torment, sits like she was born to do this, surveying the room with those piercing blue eyes—the same shade as Thorne’s, though somehow even sharper in her small, serious face. She doesn’t speak, just stares directly at me, then at the twins, then back to me, as if calculating something important.
I shake my head, biting back a grin. "Hey, you two."
Thorne exhales heavily, walking over to the bed and adjusting MiMi slightly. "She refuses to walk," he grumbles.
MiMi doesn’t even blink, simply adjusting her grip on his hair like reins. She remains perched like a little conqueror, staring down at me.
I tilt my head, amused. "Let me guess. She saw Adrian do this to Victor, and now this is her new favorite thing?"