Rosie's POV

I was jittery, speechless and tired. Soon, Harry would be over here, to claim ownership of the kids.

Sweat bid my face as I rolled my eyes to my pups in the cradle, their shrieks and cries brightened my look, not until her voice came back.

It sounded as though she was under duress, her diluted eyes gazing at me.

Goosebumps engulfed me, perhaps fate was bound to happen in such a manner.

"Let him in," I muttered, swallowing hard. She left and, in a few seconds returned with the man ...