"Humans. You always have to go sticking your nose where it just doesn't belong. There are repercussions but you silly mortals think everything revolves around you," he cooed in a deep voice. He turned me to face the wall and I felt his warm breath c...
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Ella's POV
I was in the kitchen making breakfast since Sebastian is always hungry when he wakes up and Tom had been wanting to try a new "human" food. I decided on omelettes since they're my favorite. The babies were in a swing and I was keeping an eye on them as I cooked. My mother would have flipped if she would've found out I was your average housewife. It went against everything she stood for but I didn't mind at all. I had a beautiful family and that's what mattered to me.
Tom walked in, disrupting me from my thoughts, and smiled at me. The moonlight was filtering in through the window and shining on him giving his skin a beautiful white color. "You're up early. Why is that?" He noted with a smile, pulling me close and kissing my cheek.
"I woke up from a dream and heard the twins on the baby monitor so I figured I'd get up and make breakfast. I haven't been awake for very long," I smiled back, rubbing my nose against his gently.
"You heard them crying? I didn't even hear that," he looked down at me before scooping them into his arms and holding them close. He was only in a long t-shirt and I whistled when he bent over since he didn't have on anything underneath. He flashed me a playful smirk and laughed along when I burst out in a giggle.
"They weren't crying. They were cooing. I think it was back and forth to each other. It was actually super cute. I was gonna wake you but I didn't think you'd want to get up early after being up late with work last night," I looked at him, flipping an omelette in the pan.
He playfully rolled his eyes and laughed. "I always have time for you all. Work or not. I'm not letting work get in the way of my family," he smiled down at the twins, hugging them close and smothering both their cheeks in kisses.
"Well don't keep them all to yourself. I want to see them also," Sebastian said from the doorway as he walked in. He was only in a pair of tight boxers and a pair of mismatched socks.
"Awe you both almost make a whole outfit," I laughed, looking them both over. They each playfully rolled their eyes at me as Tom handed Sebastian the babies.
"Well I see the little angels are doing well this morning. What about their heavenly mother?" Sebastian smiled over at me and kissed my cheek.
"I'm fine. When did the devil's son start comparing his family to heavenly figures?" I smiled, teasing him with a giggle.
"When daughters of strictly feminist mothers started mating with 'mythical' creatures and become ordinary housewives, honeybun," he smirked at me playfully and looked in the direction of the drier when it went off, furthering his point.
