~Lewis~
"Dad, what's taking you so long?!" I exclaim once again, rocking Paris and Venice in my arms.
They've been crying since they woke up from their nap five minutes ago. The more their cries intensify, the more desperate and anxious I become, wanting nothing more than to rush to the kitchen and prepare their formula myself.
Yes, it took two months for him to earn the title. I certainly didn't go easy on him.
"Your grandpa is too old to handle your food, right?" I mumble, watching their cries escalate second by second.
"Shh," I coo, anxiously gazing from one baby to the other. Their cries ring in my head so intensely that I forget about the aching in my arms from keeping them in one position for so long.
These two months after Venus's death have been incredibly challenging for me.
