“What a little tiger,” Sinclair murmurs, grinning at Jesse and running a broad palm over the baby’s head. “May I?” Henry asks, eager to meet his grandson. And Sinclair smiles, waiting patiently as Ella darts over to lift Rafe out of Henry’s arms so that Jesse can take the place of honor. “We
Cora “Well,” Hank says, sighing contentedly as he wraps an arm around Sarah’s shoulders. “With Ella here in the city able to patch up anyone pretty much instantly and cure a variety of diseases just by holding people’s hands, there’s not as much use for me here.” “Oh!” Ella squeaks, and I l
“You might have to,” Sinclair says, raising his eyebrows. “I’ve heard the packs in the northern provinces are very tight-knit and have…strange magics.” “I’ve heard that too,” Hank says, nodding. “Their healing practices are said to be quite unique. I’m very interested to learn from them.” “W
It takes a little over two hours, but finally the last of the doctors leaves, the door clicking shut behind them. “Finally,” Roger sighs, falling back into the linens of the freshly-changed bed. “Now we just have to get our stupid family to leave and we’ll get some sleep –“ “Excuse me,” I sa
“Oh,” I scold, giving him a light smack on the chest. “They will. Besides, shut up, I want to watch this…” And the two of us lean forward as Sinclair sits Rafe on the bed, letting him lean forward and continue to reach for the baby. “Lay them down,” Ella says softly, her voice a little awed,
Ella I see a yawn stretch over Cora’s face and immediately start to get to my feet. “You’re exhausted,” I say, “we’ll let you get some rest –“ “No,” Roger says, suddenly a little frantic again. “You guy can’t leave – what if – what if the baby cries and Cora sleeps through it – I have no ide
Rafe burbles happily as if in reply and I smile at him as I carry him over to the little changing table I set up a few hours ago, starting to get him ready for bed. “I’m very happy for you, Rafe,” I say sternly as I change his diaper and start to put his pajamas on. “But if you like your new cou
Ella “What do you mean I made it snow?” Cora frowns at me as she bustles around the kitchen, making mimosas. “That’s ridiculous – you must have imagined it.” “It totally snowed!” I protest, laughing and shaking my head at her, turning to Sinclair at the table for support. “It did,” he sa