Seeing the boys finally sleeping peacefully like angels, Elena felt an indescribable happiness.
They were simply too adorable, each of them sleeping in a different, comfortable pose with their chests rising and falling rhythmically.
It tempted her to hug and kiss them all over again. But she held herself back. As much as she wanted to play a little longer, she knew they needed as much rest as possible.
"When are they going to wake up again?" she asked, curious about their daily routine.
Ethan glanced at the clock, calculating. "Around ten in the morning. The eldest will wake up first, then I'll bathe him."
Most of the time, he handled the babies' care himself.
Even though their grandmother and aunts often offered to help, he declined. He believed this way, his sons would get used to him faster.
It was also a kind of bonding time—for him and the triplets.
And now, his effort was paying off. The babies were clearly comfortable with him and sometimes cried looking for him.
