Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1495

Dustin sat there, casually tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear. Peyton walked in, cradling a baby, her emotions swinging between laughter and tears.

"Dustin, look, Emma's given us a baby," she said, still a bit unsure about calling him by his first name but feeling that Mr. Lynch was too formal.

Dustin stood up, clearly out of his element. This man, the youngest CEO of Infinity Brilliance, who could stand toe to toe with the likes of Max, now wore a look of panic on his face. Seeing the two wrinkly little faces brought close to him, he reached out, wanting to hold one but feeling unsure about how to do it right.

He felt like a failure, having been preoccupied with another woman just days before his future wife gave birth. Now, facing Emma after she had narrowly escaped death to bring their children into the world, he felt a deep sense of guilt.

Peyton mistook his hesitation for disapproval of the babies' appearance and quickly reassured him. "Babies always look a little wrinkly when they're first born. Give them a few days, they'll grow into their looks."

his arms. The baby slept soundly, her cheeks rosy and skin fair, absolutely adorable. This was the girl; the boy had come out first. A smile played

placing the baby in a nearby crib, he looked up to see Emma was awake. Her eyes, upon seeing him, immediately

the tears began to fall. He quickly took her into his

throbbing intensely. Dustin had been injured more times than he could count, a hazard of his position and the enemies he'd made, but he couldn't bear to look at Emma's wound. He couldn't even watch when

lit up. "All that morning sickness was worth it." She

wanting to say that she had wanted this, that she had decided to keep the babies, that there was no need for thanks. But seeing him so happy, her smile

When he wasn't working, he spent time learning from other mothers in the hospitabhow to hole a baby. From initially being clueless to eventually being

during pregnancy, she barely showed except for her belly, and struggled with milk production, so they had to use formula. Dustin cooked meals early in the morning, at noon, and in the evening, bringing them to her So, during her recovery, aside from the occasional pain from her wound, Emma was well taken care of by Dustin. He even handled the babies' crying, soothing them back to sleep and always ending with a kiss on her cheek. Emma would blush every time, at a loss for words. Especially when Peyton caught them, she

of flowers, her eyes sparkling when she heard about the twins, rushing over to the crib. The girl was asleep, while the boy was in Dustin's arms

pretty much perfect now,

eyebrow, a soft laugh escaping him,