Lucas opened his eyes at the slight tug on his shirt. Arya had been woken up by Ember crying down the hall.
"Daddy, crying." She looked at him, alarmed, covering her ears.
He smiled slightly as he reached over to pull her in close. "That is the sound of your little brother," he said quietly, careful not to wake Eva.
The walls muffled his son's cries, but they were still loud enough for those keen of hearing to pick up on. "There, don't you hear Marietta singing to him?"
Arya uncovered her ears and said, "'etta?" It seemed she still had trouble pronouncing longer words. This would probably be another thing Eva would be sad about. He wished he could rewind time and give her the time they had lost with her. He would need to make up for it somehow.
As he sat up, Arya reached up with both of her hands. She giggled as he took her in his arms. She was tiny, but much larger than when they had left.
"Let's go meet your baby brother."
