GENESISS

One month later

“Mwahhhhh,” Isabella’s cries pierced the nursery like a siren.

“No, not again,” Kieran groaned from the rocking chair, head tipped back against the wall, eyes squeezed shut in pure exhaustion.

I smiled despite the fatigue tugging at every muscle in my body and hurried over with Dashiell in my arms . My little boy was calm in my arms, big green eyes like my own blinking up at me, tiny fist curled against his cheek while his sister wailed like the world was ending.

Kieran stood, cradling Isabella against his bare chest. The second her cheek touched his skin, her cries escalated into full-blown shrieks.

He...