Chapter 232. The Don

Proserpina

We touched down in the early hours of the morning.

The drive home was uneventful. Lucien and I rode in the large vehicle with the babies, and Nurse Camille sat behind us. I was tired but the babies were cantankerous after the journey. They insisted on being fed almost continuously, and I had to take turns moving them from one breast to the other.

I reflected on the doctor’s advice; he had suggested that I start them off on formula very soon since they showed signs of being voracious in their appetites.

“Besides, Mrs. Delano,” he had added, his warm brown eyes sympathetic,’ you have had a very stressful experience. So you …’

I sighed and looked away.

Beston rode in the same vehicle.

I glanced at my husband.

Lucien looked older and tired. There were lines of exhaustion on his face and the lines from his nose to his mouth were more prominent, making him look cold and frightening.