Evaline:
Mallory's hands came together in a clap that was almost too loud for the hospital ward. She gasped softly, then covered her mouth with her palms. At this point, her eyes had become wide and glimmering.
"Oh my Goddess," she whispered, her voice reverent. "He's… he's perfect."
Beside her, Rowan leaned forward, bracing his elbows on the side of the cradle as though he couldn't get close enough. His usually sharp, aloof expression was gone... softened into something warm, something utterly smitten.
Kyros was standing on the other side, looking no less enthralled. His lips were parted in a grin that showed the dimples that always made girls swoon, though now his attention was fully captured by the tiny being inside the cradle.
My son.
