Cole’s POV

I knew taking care of a newborn would be challenging. I knew it would test my patience and endurance. But I didn’t know it would feel like a full-scale biological hazard unfolding in my living room, with me smack in the middle of it, fully exposed and completely unprepared.

It all started when Elena left with the twins for their day out. Her instructions were simple: “Take care of the baby. Feed her, change her, love her.” Easy words on paper, poetic even. But as soon as the ...