Archer was lying on a massive cushion created by Ari with Amelia and Elise in his arms as the other four babies climbed over him. Freya was sitting at his head pulling his hair, letting out adorable babbles. Neoma and Kela were fascinated by his hands, and the twins examined them just as their mother had when she discovered something.
Evelyn perched on his stomach, chattering animatedly to her newborn sisters as if delivering a captivating speech they hung onto. His chuckle rumbled as he watched, then gently scooped up the two infants, pressing a soft kiss to each of their foreheads. Elise shivered with joy at the touch, while Amelia let out a gleeful giggle.
Archer's heart swelled as he gazed at his six daughters, their tiny faces bright with curiosity and delight. He eased himself onto the soft nursery rug, carefully arranging the babies around him in a cozy circle. Freya, the ringleader, clapped her hands and babbled instructions, as if orchestrating a grand game.
