“Oh,” I scold, giving him a light smack on the chest. “They will. Besides, shut up, I want to watch this…” And the two of us lean forward as Sinclair sits Rafe on the bed, letting him lean forward and continue to reach for the baby. “Lay them down,” Ella says softly, her voice a little awed,

Rafe burbles happily as if in reply and I smile at him as I carry him over to the little changing table I set up a few hours ago, starting to get him ready for bed. “I’m very happy for you, Rafe,” I say sternly as I change his diaper and start to put his pajamas on. “But if you like your new cou

“I will care for the baby during the day,” Roger says, gesturing to the baby cradled in his arm. “At night, he’s your son.” We all laugh again, mostly because we know he’s not serious. Roger, like Sinclair, will certainly do his share of childcare without complaint, day or night. He’ll just teas

“Yes,” he murmurs, leaning down to press another kiss to my mouth. “But I’ll be back to help you christen the nest later.” He sighs and steps away, handing me a tablet off the bedside table. “Order whatever you want, but please, Ella, try not to bankrupt us.” “No promises!” I sing, leaning back ag

“I’ll keep him warm and safe,” Henry says, giving us a wink. “Enjoy yourselves.” “We will,” Sinclair assures him, running a hand over Rafe’s dark head before turning back to the priestess. “I can’t believe you’re going to take my little baby into the forest without me,” Cora whispers, her voice