I'm sitting at the kitchen table, Zuriel trying to cook breakfast with Leban's help. The poor man is trying his best, but it seems impossible.

" Dada!" my baby yells, making cute noises as I feed her porridge. She makes a sour face and throws the spoon in my face. I scowl, giving up. Zuriel will do it. He's one of the three people that can make her eat without a fuss. Since my husband has been back, the two are glued to the bone. It's freaking insane and cute to see. Zuriel stays up with our little Zurilynn and gets her ready every morning. They make a mess, but...