Chapter One Hundred

HELENA'S POV

I've always been told that babies have an uncontrollable habit of crying. As I ran up the stairs to meet my boys. I could hear their voices from the hallway.

"What's wrong I asked Bella?" As we approached the room.

"I don't know ma'am. They woke up and I gave them their food as usual but Zayn hasn't stopped crying since then so I thought to call you".

"This is unusual. I said and pushed the door knob. I rushed over to the cot and carried Zayn in my arms. The moment Zahir saw me his cry quickly disappeared into a smile.

I smiled back and touched him on the cheek. He smiled broadly. Exposing his toothless gum. I held Zayn, strapping him to my chest with one arm.

"I think he has a temperature". I informed Bella.

"But that's impossible. I can't check him before rushing down to call you".

"They are babies". I responded.

"He was perfectly fine–she said softly in a sad tone.

"C'mon don't be like that, it's not your fault".

I sat down on the massive bed and laid the baby on my