Page 221 of His Fated Luna

“I love you. I’ll always love you,” I vowed into her hair.

I was enjoying having her in my arms after today's scare.

“You know,” Rose spoke, nuzzling into my arms. “When I was eighteen, I thought the Moon Goddess had made a mistake picking you as my mate.”

I tensed, arms still around her.

“But now…” She sighed into my shoulder. “Now I thank the Moon Goddess for this wonderful life we made together. And our beautiful family. I’d been so wrong to think you were a mistake. You’re perfect, Aiden.”

“You’re perfect,”I spoke into her mind.“You’re my perfect mate. I was just too blind to see it when I was younger.”

Just as I bent down to kiss her temple, both twins started crying simultaneously. Rose heaved a sigh. They were probably hungry.

"One at a time?" I supplied, sensing her thoughts on how she was going to manage nursing two infants.

“Well, at least I’ve got two boobs,” Rose couldn’t help but comment wryly as I handed one over to her for nursing.

“Oh, our kids aren’t the only ones that can take advantage of that fact,” I said with a smirk and a chuckle.

Rose gave me a dirty look.

“Now is not the time to make jokes,” she muttered.

“We could supplement with formula?” Iproposed, switching tactics and trying to placate Rose. “People do it all the time.”

Rose nodded pensively. That was definitely a good suggestion. She finished nursing one child and then took the other.

“Have you thought about their names?” I inquired.

I always let Rose handle this part. She’s the one that went through hours of painful delivery and carried them in her body. As long as the names weren’t anything out there like Charlemagne or Zeus, I was content to let Rose pick.

“Austin, after your father.” Rose gestured to the newborn in my arms. “Ezra after mine.” She gestured to the one in her own arms.

“They were never brothers by blood, but they might as well have been,” I acknowledged, referring to both our fathers. Ezra would be happy to hear this. The smile on my face suddenly dropped. “Shit, how are we going to be able to tell them apart? They look exactly alike!”

The hospital room resounded with the soft musical laughter of her voice before I soon joined in, still positiveI’d made a valid point. But it felt so good to laugh with Rose. She’d brought laughter into my life when there had been none. She’d tempered me and taught me to be nonjudgmental when I hadn’t even known the meaning of it.

Why had it ever really been a question between picking my mate or my girlfriend? It was always going to be my mate. It was always going to be Rose.