“She’s precious,” Cora murmurs, her voice almost reverent. “And I love her, and I’m going to be her favorite aunt.” “Only aunt,” Sinclair murmurs, his voice a little dry. “Even if she had sixty,” Cora coos, tapping the baby’s little belly with a single finger, “I’d be the best.” She leans forwar

We all burst out laughing at Rafe’s tiny jealousy and I stroke his head some more, murmuring sweet things to him as I carry him over to our freshly-made bed, the rubbered sheets and soiled linens thankfully already changed. I sigh a little with gratitude, thinking that it’s perhaps a little nice to

“Actually,” Henry says, his voice considering. “Before you take your rest, Ella…” “Hmm?” I ask, turning towards him, curious. “Well,” he says, hesitating, looking me up and down and clearly assessing how presentable I am, “they have been waiting out there for hours.” “Oh,” I say, my eyebrows g

“Happy?” Sinclair asks, smiling at me as he presses the door shut. “Ecstatic,” I sigh, grinning at him before looking to the kids. “But also exhausted. And busy. Do you think you can get Rafe down, or at least distracted, while I get ready to feed Ariel?” My mate smiles at me, taking a step clos

And then I yawn, and settle down, and finally completely pass out. Of course, I barely sleep, because the baby gets me up every couple of hours needing to be fed again. The next day passes pretty much in a blur, with me catching sleep when I can and attending to Ariel when she needs it. I’m not in