Ezra POV
It was early morning when I finally walked in the door after patrol duty. The sun is just starting to come up. I close the door as quietly as possible before reaching down and tugging my shoes off and placing them by the door. I head for the showers on the bottom floor. It had been a few weeks since the twins were born, and we were all dead on our feet, functioning on autopilot, our days blurring to one long never-ending one. Mateo barely leaves the house, and Kat is suffering from baby blues. I don’t know what we all thought parenthood would be like; we all had ideas but didn’t expect it to be this tiring.
They never slept, or if one did, the other was awake screaming the place down. Yet as I step further into the house to head toward the bathroom downstairs, I stop when I see
