*Lena*

“She’ll never deliver another baby in this territory again,” Dad huffed, crossing his arms over his chest as he glanced at the armchair near the window where Xander was on the edge of sleep with a bundle of blankets against his bare chest, our newborn daughter nestled warmly against his skin. Xander’s eyelashes were fluttering, his breath slow and easy as he began to fall asleep.

I nodded at Dad as ...