Chapter 309. Second Guessing

TAWNY

The past week at Riocht has been comforting, aside from having to hash up the last time I saw crimson, and the discussions of our discoveries. I have spent most of my time pouring my attention onto the triplets.

My ovaries go wild as I help change and feed them, giving not only Lamia and Mathias a break, but also her mother Vivian, and father Marcus some much-needed time off.

Amali is beautiful, cute, and tiny. And when separated from her brothers for mere minutes, Zachary and Maximus would wail like banshees until they could see or feel her close. Not even six months old yet and are already so protective of their little sister.

I hold Amali a little tighter, wondering if I will ever get the chance to be a mother. The green-eyed monster called jealousy rearing its ugly head, as I think of Gillian. My thoughts wander back to Crimson as they always do.

For the past week, I have tried to concentrate on just being here, and enjoying my time with frien