L E I L A N I
The next morning, I woke up to the sound of my son's soft cries. I looked over at the cot, and he was awake, his little arms and legs flailing.
"Good morning, little guy," I said, my voice still hoarse from sleep.
I picked him up and held him close. He immediately stopped crying and nuzzled against my chest.
Fenrir was still asleep, a soft snore escaping his lips. I smiled, watching him sleep. He looked so peaceful, so vulnerable. It was hard to believe he was the same man who could be so fierce and commanding.
I carefully got out of bed, holding Orion, and walked over to the window. We were on the top floor of the hospital, and I had a clear view of the city.
Orion’s eyes were wide open. He was taking everything in. I could feel his curiosity, his wonder.
I could feel
