Callia blinked up at her mother with wide, glistening eyes, her tiny hands curled into soft fists, tucked close to her cheeks. A soft gurgle bubbled from her lips — something between a giggle and a coo — as if the entire morning routine was the most delightful thing she'd ever witnessed.
Across the room, Orion was entrenched in a battle of wills with Kaelen, who thrashed and kicked with all the stubborn fire of a child who'd just discovered his legs. One little foot landed squarely against his father's chest with surprising force.
"This one keeps trying to fight and bite me — and he doesn't even have teeth yet," Orion declared, his tone laced with dramatic horror. "We should've named him Fangs."
"Absolutely not," Megan replied, grinning as she gently laid Callia onto the changing mat. "Kaelen suits him perfectly. Strong and fierce — just like his dad."
