Chapter 242

Helens POV

I thought, when I fell in love with Justin, that I knew what true love really felt like. That was until I met my babies. The love in my heart for my twins surpassed anything I’d ever felt before.

I wanted to protect them, and at the same time, I wanted to take them out and show them to everyone I met. I wanted to have them seen, for the world to know that I had created perfection.

And they were perfect. From their tiny little lips to their little button noses, they were utterly adorable. They each had ten teeny fingers and ten petite toes. Their downy heads of hair were so soft that I could help but smooth my hands across them, reassuring them that their mother loved them.

Everything about them was indescribably perfect.

We knew from the moment that they were born that my daughter was the lycan and my son was the child of the Huntsman. If Justin was disappointed in not having a son of his own, he didn’t say anything. And I wasn’t worried about having a male lycan pup just yet.

We had plenty of time to add a sibling later. But for now, I just wanted to bask in the perfection of my two children.

Every time I thought the words “my two children,” or “my son,” or “my daughter,” a strange little shiver ran through my body. I had two children. I was someone’s mother. I had a son and a daughter.

Somehow, the idea didn’t seem real, even though we’d been home for almost a week. And I had been reveling in everything finally going right that week. Admittedly, that was only during the moments when my children weren’t keeping me busy.

Taking care of the twins took a good deal of my time. By the time I fed, bathed, dressed, and changed each one of them, it seemed like it was time to start again. And I do mean start again because no matter how many times I got them cleaned up, someone was always spitting up on themselves or their diaper leaked.

I didn’t realize that they would be capable of creating so many messes before they could even control their hands to make trouble. But in those precious moments when they slept, looking like tiny angels in the flesh, I took those moments to treasure everything that was going right.

My twins were home and in my arms, and all of us were healthy. They were growing strong and beautiful.

I loved the new little house that I shared with Justin and the kids. With all of us here, it finally felt like a home, more than any place I had lived before, even my own little house by myself. And I had found freedom in that little house.

But being together in a house we chose for the family, not from desperation, finally felt like coming home. And it wasn’t just things with my immediate family which were going well. The good fortune seemed to radiate out into everything in my life, like ripples from a stone cast in water.

Lisa was due in two weeks. So anytime now, we would be adding more babies to the True Mates pack, or another one, anyway. Randy and Emily were happy together, taking their time and enjoying an engagement that would stretch well into next year, so they could get married in the summer.

Not that I blamed them for pushing the date out a way. After all, this past summer had been filled with our own weddings, and this fall was getting filled with the birth of babies.

Wanting to hold off and get a bit of time for themselves didn’t surprise me at all. Besides, Randy had been so dutifully attentive to all of our needs for the last year. I was glad they were waiting a year, too. Because by then, the babies would be big enough that I would be able to properly spend some attention on my friend and my doctor.

It was kind of exciting to think that the two of them ended up together, and I had brought them together without even meaning to. But in the grand scheme of things, I checked that office, having accomplished that task myself.

Not only did Justin ask me to find a mate for both Randy and Russo, but I managed to deliver, finding both Randy and Russo someone to spend their time with and be truly happy with.

Further out, the ripples still carried happiness. The Huntsman was gone. We hadn’t seen any traces of him, and even better, I hadn’t had a second episode with Joy since I had lost control in trying to deal with Justin’s father.

True to his word, Randy hadn’t said anything to Justin about my involvement, letting Justin believe that Randy had been the one to kill Juden.

When it came to Just and his father, I had crossed my fingers for luck, and it worked because Justin took the news with relief instead of being upset. I hoped that would be his reaction, seeing as how the man had kept my husband chained in his room for his entire youth.

But one never knows what sort of lingering ties there might be between a child and a parent. And if I had cut those ties for Justin before he was ready and disappointed him, I would have felt horrible. I felt like I disappointed him enough, as it was, what with the one twin being the Huntsman’s and everything else.

It was time for us to stop undercutting each other and start living as partners. And it seemed like now we were because without having to worry about his father, I’d never seen Justin flourish the way he was.

Everything about Justin was relaxed and happy for the first time since I’d been shoved into his room as an offering. He’d spent the summer planning parklands for our pack. He’d helped me decorate the nursery after we found our new house. And for the past day, he’d been besotted, doting on his children at every turn.

My only complaint was his hesitance to be intimate with me. For a while now, Justin had been blaming it on me being too pregnant and not me wanting to make me uncomfortable. But I had a sneaking suspicion it had to do with the Huntsman and our one twin growing inside me.

While being a mother kept me busy, I decided that my first task once my C-section scar was healed was to find a way to bring Justin and me the rest of the way back together. And I think I had the perfect idea and several months of healing to pull it off because Justin couldn’t ask me for sex until after my stitches were out. I just had to find a way to get Randy and Doctor Emily on board because I’d need their help, not with the sex, but with the romance part.

When I saw her the last time, she promised me that we would be more than just doctor and patient. She invited me to start calling her Doctor Emily in the office and Emily when we were out socially. After all, she was going to be mated and married to my husband’s beta. Their status in the pack would put us together in a lot more situations than just her professional capacity.

Someone knocked on the front door, and I hurried to answer it. Most people knew not to ring the doorbell in case the babies were sleeping. But I still needed to see people. I had things to make happen.