When they didn’t answer, I glanced up and found them looking at one another.
“What? It can’t be top secret. Is it one of those weird Hollywood names?”
“Cain,” Lilith said quietly. “We named him Cain.”
“Oh—well—that’s…shit.” I ground my fingers into my temples. “I’m swearing in front of him already. I’m so sorry.”
“I’m pretty sure he won’t pick it up just yet. You’re good,” Jordan said with a laugh. “He learned all kinds of salty language when I checked to see if he needed changing and sunk my fingers in a loaded diaper.”
“He loves it and he knows it,” Lilith said next to me with a laugh in her voice.
Jordan stood and nodded to the chair. “Settle in and I’ll pass him over.”
I took the offered seat and curled my legs up under me.
Jordan leaned down and laid Cain right in my arms where he cracked an eye open, decided I was good people, shuddered out a breath, and drifted off again.
My mind went back to that moment in the barn and the way Cain muttered under his breath, like he could will his nephew to breathe with chanting words, prayers, whatever he had to say in those moments that I couldn’t make out.
The relief on his face the minute the baby finally let out his first scream.
If he were here holding his nephew, I had no doubt what he would do.
And since he wasn’t, I’d do it for him until he could be.
I leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to Cain’s soft forehead where it met his head full of dark hair and breathed him in.