Elena - POV

Silas and I stood next to the cribs, gazing at our little boys, who were sound asleep after a lot of fuss. Carefully, we tiptoed out of the room, ensuring we did not wake them. Silas held my hand and led me to the kitchen, leaving me puzzled.

"Why are we going to the kitchen?" I asked, my tired gaze betraying my confusion.

"Because you need to eat, El. You barely had anything for dinner," Silas replied.

"But the chefs are off duty, so who will cook? I'm too lazy to make ...