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Left alone with Zara, I’m acutely aware of the quiet that’s settled between us. It’s not uncomfortable—far from it. It’s like we’re both soaking up the tranquillity after the chaos of a minor injury.
Zara chuckles softly. “This house is starting to feel like a hazard zone.”
“Maybe we need to wrap everyone in bubble wrap,” I suggest, and her laughter brightens the room even more.
“Probably not the worst idea I’ve heard,” she says and stands up.
She wobbles slightly, and I reach for her. “Let’s get you to the couch. You can rest up a bit.”
“Yeah, maybe that’s not such a bad idea,” she murmurs. She lets me help her into the lounge, and I settle her comfortably on the couch. “Tea? You were making some earlier.”
“Please,” she says. “Thank you, Henry. I appreciate the care.”
“Anytime,” I mutter, meaning it with every ounce of my being. This tiny omega with the huge bump on her head has wrapped her way around my lonely soul, and now I understand why Liam is so infatuated with her.
She is perfect.
Chapter 22
Liam
Iknock softly on the doorframe of the nursery to see Ben looking dishevelled and frazzled. He’s staring at Mia in his arms, a bottle poised but being ignored.
“Hey.”
“Hey,” he whispers.
“What a day.”
“Yeah.” He looks up at me, panic, fear and something else all over his face. “She won’t feed.”
“Want Uncle Liam to try?” I offer. I mean, how hard can it be?
He shakes his head with a frown.
“Maybe the shock of seeing my mug will make her drink something,” I prod. He is clearly really worried.
“Okay,” he says. “Maybe.”
He rises and indicates that I sit in the armchair. I do, and then he hands me Mia. “Hold her steady but not too tight,” he murmurs.
“Got her.” I stare into her little face, and she blinks sleepily. Ben hands me the bottle and slumps on the floor, leaning against the cot, looking like he has the weight of the world on his shoulders. “You okay there, pal?”
He shakes his head but doesn’t say anything.
I turn my focus back to Mia and press the bottle to her lips. She opens up and latches on, suckling for all she’s worth.
“Ha!” I whisper triumphantly. “Uncle Liam for the win. I need a fucking cape for sure now.”
“She’s feeding?” Ben asks, sitting up.
“Yep.”
“Oh, well done,” he says and bumps his fist against my shin before slumping back down.
“Wanna tell me what’s on your mind? You know, while this cape is flapping about?”
He sighs. “Zara purred at me.”
