Chapter 619

Supported by Martha, Elena walked to the nursery. Declan was sitting on the edge of the bed, holding Hazel in his arms with proper posture and gently rocking her.

At the same time, he was humming a lullaby to soothe Penelope. His movements to comfort the children were so skillful that it was obvious he had put in effort to be skillful.

"Good girls," Declan said in a soft voice, cooing over his and