7 weeks later....

The thin sound of a distressed infant's wail jerked Eliza from a restless sleep.

 She sat up and fought her way out of bed before groggily trudging to the nursery. When she got there she blinked up at the already-present Romano who was cradling their crying daughter tenderly in his strong arms.

He was wearing only a pair of boxers and held the tiny baby up against his strong, naked chest. 

He was crooning gently to her and Eliza was transfixed by the sweet picture they ...