Caged By Him

Chapter 98

Tristan's POV:

I was defeated.

Me. The man who had built his reputation on being invincible, heartless, ruthless, lethal.

The better half of my life had been spent fighting against men twice my age, twice my size and twice my experience. Being put in impossible situations, outnumbered and unarmed. I always managed to remain unscathed.

And yet, at exactly eight pounds, two ounces, and nineteen inches, she had brought me to my knees. And from the moment she has been placed in my arms, she took my breath away.

I smile as I look down at her tucked comfortably in my hold. Her soft skin is fairer than Eric's, closer to Aurora's shade. And she's noticeably much heavier than her brother despite being a week early.

Her eyes are closed as she stirs, her small lips forming an 'O' shape. She's been asleep in my arms ever since she was born.

Her entire life on this planet had been spent in my embrace so far and somehow, I never want to let go. I want her to remain as safe as she is at the moment for as long as she lives. I don't want her to know the world outside of my arms, my protection. No one would ever be worthy to know her. At that thought, I tighten my hold on her.

I can't seem to tear my eyes away from her. It's a love I've never know myself capable of feeling. She moves suddenly, her hand moving towards her face then dropping back. I watch the movement, mesmerized by every minor motion she makes.

I feel pride swell in my chest along with excitement. Stemming from the fact that I'm her father. She'll never want for anything. She'll never feel deprived because I'm her father. I'd lay my life out for her if it comes down to it.

"Tristan." My head snaps up to my wife's beautiful flushed face. She tries to prop herself on her elbows but winces in pain before slumping back on the bed. I rush towards her bed and usher her to lay down. "How is she?" She asks in a weary whisper, mindful of Eric sleeping in the room.

"She's-" I sigh, failing to find a word that describes the little bundle wrapped up in arms. "She's beautiful, Aurora." If there was ever proof of miracles, it's right here in deep sleep with rosy cheeks and a tiny face.

"She is, isn't she?" She whispers in a soft voice. Her finger tracing across her small face. I turn over to her and kiss her forehead. I'll never be able to repay her for what she's given me. We have two healthy babies all thanks to the sacrifices she makes for our family.

"How are you feeling?" I ask her, running my hand through her hair as I help her hold up the baby with the other.

"I'm tired." She confesses, giving a faint smile and focusing her attention on our baby daughter.

"You did amazing, angel." I praise her, pulling her into me and giving her a gentle peck on the forehead.

And she did. She was in labor for over ten hours. There have been some complications with the fetal position, due to the baby's size, which could have led to serious repercussions. I tried to be calm and supportive through all of it but I've never been more terrified in my entire life. I ended up panicking and unwisely directing my anger towards the staff who now avoided me like the plague.

Aurora was practically unconscious after the procedure which was to be expected due to the strain that the whole ordeal took on her body. Thankfully, she's well rested, healthy and expected to make a full recovery.