Alaina peered at him like a catcher in a baseball game. “Hmm. I don’t think we’re just waiting on afterbirth.” She turned to hand the baby off to a very surprised Des. “Let me deal with the cord, and then I’ll see what’s what, Alistair.”
Aliana’s assistant came forward to help Des, who looked panicky as hell, he thought, and that made him smile. His big alpha mate was scared to death of a baby.
“Whoa. Okay, Alistair. We’re going to go again. Push.”
“I knew it! I knew it was damned twins.” He grunted, bearing down, and fifteen minutes later he had another tiny dragon, one girl, one boy.
Des chuckled. “We need to get another set of everything.”
“But we have plenty of socks…”
Des laughed with him, and kissed his mouth while Alaina set about cleaning him up.
A while later he was exhausted but holding a baby in each arm.
“So we had a boy name,” Alistair said.
“We did. Crispin James.” Des gave him the softest smile Alistair had ever seen on his face. “What shall we call our girl?”
“Allison Desdemona,” he said immediately. The perfect mix of both of them, just like Crispin’s name came from both of their families.
“Alli it is.” Des beamed down at him. “I love you. So much.”
He laughed, his eyelids drooping. “I love you too. But you’re not doing this to me again for at least two years. One for each twin.”
“Fair enough.” Des stroked his hair off his face, then kissed each of the three of them in turn. “Rest now, love. You worked hard.”
“Yes.” He closed his eyes, feeling Des take the babies to put them in their bassinets until it was time for a feeding.
What a day it had been.
But it had been the best kind of crazy.
Chapter
Twelve
The twins were crawling around on their blanket in the middle of the family room, which had been converted from some kind of formal drawing room that had been closed off for years. Unlike the more formal living room up front, the family room had soft furnishings, no sharp edges. Toys lay strewn across the floor and the big pack and play sat waiting for when the wee ones needed a nap.
Reed sat in a big recliner in the corner of the room, knitting something, a hobby the young man had taken up after the babies were born. Hamish was sprawled on the floor with Des, corralling the babies as they made their determined way to the edge of the blanket.
Alistair lay on the big leather sectional, bare toes hanging off one end, humming as he read a book.
Des had never been more content in his life.
They had closed up the penthouse for the most part, bringing their chef, Francois, and his assistant and his valet to stay with them. If he needed to go into the city, Des simply made a day trip.
This was where his family was, and he had no desire to leave.
He could freaking telecommute.
Hamish’s phone dinged, and he sat up to glance at it. He gave Des a satisfied grin. “The last Galandel clan member left town today.
“Excellent.”
“Yay!” Reed called from his chair.
Starry looked down at him. “My corporate raider.”
