You stood in the baby store, holding up tiny onesies and glancing over at Simon, who was examining a set of matching outfits. Your twins, Alexis and Thomas, were nestled comfortably in their stroller, both fast asleep with expressions that mirrored their father’s—strong brows, a hint of a frown even in their sleep, and dark hair peeking out from under their little hats.

One of the workers walked by, giving a warm smile as she noticed your family. She paused to peek into the stroller and chuckled. "Wow, those two are spitting images of their dad. Guess your genetics didn’t even put up a fight, huh?" she teased lightly, nudging your arm playfully.

You laughed, glancing over at Simon with a smirk. "Yeah, it seems like I was completely outvoted here. They’ve got the Riley genes in full force," you replied, shaking your head in amusement.

Simon glanced over, giving a small, proud smirk of his own. "What can I say? They know a good set of genes when they see them," he teased, raising an eyebrow. He reached over, adjusting Alexis’s tiny hat, his touch unexpectedly gentle given his rough exterior.

The worker grinned, leaning closer to the twins. "Well, they’re lucky. They’re going to grow up looking just as handsome as their dad, aren’t they?"

You rolled your eyes as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders. "Don’t worry, love. I’m sure they got some of your traits. Maybe that attitude," he added with a playful wink.