Whoops, His Mistress Crashed Our Wedding. Mine Didn't novel Chapter 187

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Epilogue

Envy

The Underworld garden had never known such chaos. Not even during battle. Four tiny pups tumbled across the grass like they owned the place, three boys crawling after each other with surprising speed, and Lyra, my little queen, sitting perfectly upright in the middle of it all, tiara already askew on her curls. Macey had insisted she wear it, declaring her “the baby princess,” while Elliot and Elias had taken it upon themselves to act as bodyguards.

But it wasn’t the older kids making a fuss. No, that honour belonged entirely to my mates.

“Careful!” Levi barked, darting forward as Kieran wobbled onto unsteady legs and promptly toppled into the grass. He scooped the boy up with all the seriousness of a general retrieving a fallen comrade, muttering, “Too small to be charging into battle.”

“He’s just learning to stand,” Noah said calmly as he scooped up Lyra and came to sit on the bench beside me, her tiny body curling easily into the crook of his arm. He stroked her back as if nothing in the world could faze him. “Falling is part of it.”

Levi shot him a glare. “Not on my watch.”

Noah only arched a brow, unruffled as always. “You can’t stop him from growing, Levi.”

“I can slow him down,” Levi muttered, kissing the top of Kieran’s head like the boy had just come back from war.

A shriek of laughter cut through the garden. Dorian had managed to snatch Fergus the bear from Macey, who gave chase with her arms flailing. “That’s mine!” she shouted, her voice carrying all the indignation of a queen robbed of her crown.

Elias was right behind her, his face red as he yelled, “I was training him! You ruined the drill, Mace!”

“You were boring him!” Macey shot back, launching herself onto Dorian’s back. The pup squealed, giggling even as he clutched Fergus tighter.

Meanwhile, Felix crawled straight toward the flower bed with a determined growl, his dark curls bouncing with every bounce of his tiny body.

“Not the plants!” Xavier lunged, catching him mid–crawl. He held the squirming boy at arm’s length, narrowing his eyes like he was assessing a miniature soldier. “You’ve got good instincts, pup. Always strike where no one expects. But until you’re at least four, the roses are off–limits.”

Felix blew a spit bubble in his face.

I laughed so hard tears pricked my eyes. The strongest warriors in the realms, terrifying to anyone else, were utterly undone by four chubby babies with more drool than teeth. And gods, I loved them for it. Haiden, ever the shadow, was lurking nearby, his arms crossed but his eyes following every wobbly movement like a hawk. “One of them’s going to climb the tree,” he muttered darkly.