NOAH
Don’t be silly. Noah said. He jutted his chin up and to the north side of the room, impressing upon Deimos to take a seat in one of the two rocking chairs there. He didn’t wait for Deimos to comply before he scooped up one of the twins. The boy. The infant didn’t stir much as Noah lifted him and brought him close to his chest. Closing the distance between him and Deimos, he instructed over the bond. Hold your arms in such a way that I can place him in the crook of your elbow. Then, he placed the infant down. This is Marcus. Noah said, a smile brightening his face in a reassuring way.
Turning back, Noah scooped up his daughter in much the same way. Unlike her brother, she did twist and moan as her father disturbed her. Noah shushed her lovingly and gently as he took a seat in the second rocking chair. He brought her up close to his chest so she could feel and hear his heartbeat. Once the warmth of her father and the thump of his heart overwhelmed her, she settled with gentle cooing sounds.
I'll follow you down through the eye of the storm
Don't worry I'll keep you warm
Don't worry I'll keep you warm
