Her beast spoke up. Stop worrying so much. It's nice he only cries when hungry or when he needs a nappy change. It could be much worse, like that one mother.
There was a female on Skyhunter who had a pair of twins that cried whenever they left home. The doctor said they were healthy, and I'm sure they'll grow out of it.
Asher brought Julian back down and cuddled him against his chest. "Now, have fun and enjoy the celebration. Ria and I will be down shortly so that everyone can perform their official welcome greetings to the baby."
They both noticed Archie stand up on a chair. How the male could do it so nimbly—he had to be in his seventies—she had no idea.
Asher spoke before Archie could. "And no singing or bagpipes until the young ones are put down for the night. We'll leave that to the adult part of the celebration."
The old male sighed, and his grandchildren helped him off the chair. Honoria met Aimee's eyes, and they shared a smile.
But then Archie was off doing something else, and Aimee went to help her mate and his siblings.
Honoria took the brief minute of quiet to lean against her mate and trace her son's cheek. "I love you, Julian." She glanced up at Asher. "And I love you, too, Ash."
"Not as much as I love you, Ria."
Before she could argue the point—they seemed to do that often—he leaned down and kissed her. As he took his time caressing the inside of her mouth and letting her know with each stroke how much he cared for her, she forgot about everything but him, her, and the little bundle under her fingers.
Years ago, when she'd won the right to be a co-leader of Skyhunter, she'd gained more than a clan to take care of. She'd found the love of her life.
And she couldn't wait to see what else the future held for them.
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