Chapter 143

POV

Valen We were finally going home, and I was beside myself with panic and I think that this was the slowest

er driven in my life. Cars were honking their horns behind me, and I glared at the driver in my mirror. Does he not see the baby on board sticker?

“Valen 50kms is already too slow for this strip. You’re doing 20 under,” Everly hisses at me as cars overtake me. “We have fragile cargo in the car. What if their little heads wobble?” Just saying that has me reduce my speed more. It wasn’t worth the risk! “We are more likely to get hit with you going this slow,” Everly scolds, and I sigh. “I’m serious, Valen. S or let me drive. They’re more durable than you think,” “They are newborns!” I catch Everly rolling her eyes.

“I get this is your first newborn, and you want to wrap them in cotton wool, but seriously, they are durable, geez. Valarian fell off the bed once, screamed his damn head off, but he is perfectly fine,” “You dropped him off the bed?” I ask, horrified. “No! Of course not! He rolled off. Damn near had a heart attack.” She laughs. “Why are you laughing?” outraged. She was not holding them if she was going to be dropping them. “Nothing. Just something your mother said when she raced to our room because I was screaming like hee thinking I killed him.” “What did she say?” I asked, curious. “I told her what happened, and her reply was. He’s screaming. He Don’t even get me started on how many times I smacked the kids head on the door frame lifting him in He should have brain damage with all these bumps to the head. “Perfectly fine? The kid has OCD.

It’s when they don’t make noise that you worry.” I raise an eyebrow at her. “How old was he?” “6 months old.

car seat. He turned out perfectly fine.” she states while all I could think was how the heck my son was still alive?