"La, la, la, la, la, la, deaf ears."
Harper just looked at him. "I can't imagine what a joy it must be up there in your head."
Lou stroked Asher's cheek. "Hey, little guy. You remember your Uncle Lou, don't you? Of course you do. Who'd ever forget me?" He peered at Harper. "I don't suppose you did the right thing and named him Lucifer."
"His name is Asher," Knox told him.
Surprisingly, Lou grinned. "I like that. It's a good name for a boy who might one day decimate the universe. His demon is taking my measure." He held his arms out. "I want a little hold." But Raini frowned.
"Just let him have a hold," said Knox with a sigh. "It's the fastest way to make him leave."
Lou's grin widened. "I always feel so welcome here." He carefully cradled the baby. "You look just like your daddy. Yes, you do, but don't be upset; we all have crosses to bear."
"Don't think I won't hurt you," said Harper.
Lou's brows drew together. "I was comforting him."
"You were being an ass."
"And this surprises you why?"
Harper just sighed. "I can't do this with you. I don't have the energy."
"I heard labor is tiring work." His brow creased, as if something only just occurred to him. "Hey, I thought the baby wasn't due for another month."
Harper scratched her head. "Yeah, well, the deadline got pushed ahead by one of the Horsemen."
Lou scowled. "Seriously? What happened? What did the -?" His scowl morphed into a look of utter distaste, and he peered down at Asher. "Ew, he just farted right on my hand."
At that moment, the door again opened and Meg strolled in, carrying a tray. "Visiting time is over," she declared. "Mom and baby need rest." She placed the tray on the nightstand, and the scents of coffee, biscuits, and gravy made Harper inwardly sigh happily.
Meg carefully took Asher from a cooing Lou and handed him over to Harper. "There." She then gave her the bottle of formula from the tray. "He'll be hungry."
"Can't I feed him?" begged Devon.
Looking rather fierce, Meg shook her head and waved her hands at the others, urging them out of the room. "Time to leave."
Smiling at Harper, Khloë jerked her thumb toward Meg. "Does she know she's an employee?"
Harper chuckled. "I wouldn't mess with her if I were you."
"Come on, out, they need rest," Meg insisted. "You can come back tomorrow."
Ignoring her, Lou spoke to Harper, "Wait, you haven't told me what happened with the Horse-person yet."
Jolene took his arm. "I'll tell you all about it. Meg's right, they need rest."
He shrugged her off. "I told you, I'm still not talking to you."
Saying their goodbyes, everyone filed out. Apart from Knox, of course. Meg gave him a pointed look.
"Sorry, Meg, you're not kicking me out," he told her, sinking into the rocking chair. "I'm staying with my family."
The latter comment seemed to melt the woman. Smiling, Meg nodded and left the room, softly closing the door behind her.
"He latched on with no problems this time," Harper told Knox, watching the baby drink the formula.
Knox leaned forward, bracing his elbows on the mattress. "That's good." Ignoring the sound of his cell chiming, he added, "We need him to grow and get stronger."
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"Aren't you going to answer your phone?"
"It'll probably just be another of the Primes. We've had dozens of congratulatory calls and emails from them."
Harper tipped her chin toward the phone that had been placed on the bedside cabinet. "Any texts sent to my cell?"
Knox checked. "A lot. There's one from Kellen," he added, barely able to hide his annoyance.
"Saying?"
Knox opened the message. "It says, ‘Congratulations. I know you'll be a better mom than ours is'." Relaxing slightly, Knox cupped her face and breezed his thumb along her lower lip. "He's right. You will be."
"You wouldn't let me be anything else."
Knox lightly skimmed his hand over the baby's hat-covered head. "There are no messages from Lucian, so I'm guessing he doesn't yet know that Asher's been born."
"I'll speak to him later."
"Just be aware that if he calls our child the spawn of evil again I will hurt him." It would be the perfect excuse to finally get his hands on the son of a bitch.