"Oh? It's actually close to your birthday, isn't it?" Arthur raised his brow when the date for the book signing came out. He looked at the babies in the bassinet and gasped. "We can have an outing!"
Eugene stacked the baby clothes he had just folded on top of the piles before looking up with raised brows. "You mean after the event?"
"After, before—why not both?"
Eugene stared at the alpha's bright, excited expression. Oh, sweet summer child. "You've never done an excursion with a baby before, have you?"
"Well...no, but..." Arthur looked at his husband, and then at the two rascals in the bassinet, and then at the nanny who just came back from washing the babies' milk bottles. "Is it that hard?"
"Well, hard is a relative term, isn't it?" Olivia smiled. "It's not hard for me—especially because they still can't do anything much, only drink milk, and sleep most of the time. For newbies, it could be hell."
"Yeah, and once they could move around and eat more than milk..."
