Two weeks away had been necessary. Liam had stayed with the newest mothers and their children, settling into the quiet rhythm of early parenthood, late-night feedings, and the soft chaos of small hands reaching for him.
But he also needed to give attention to his other girls, and Charlotte had dozens of female friends she could call to help everyone with the kids.
Back at the harem village, Isabel was already waiting at the entrance of the main villa, barefoot on the warm stone, a light silk robe tied loosely at her waist.
The moment the door opened, she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around him, pressing her face into his neck for a long breath.
"Welcome home," she murmured, and before Liam could voice his worries, she repeated, "The kids are fine. Charlotte knows a lot about it, and Amelia is more than prepared. Amber and Sophia may have a few more surprises, but they have a lot of support."
Liam nodded, but still… "Shouldn't I still be there with them?" he asked.
