ISAIAH

After the little reunion at the hospital and Isabella chewing my ear off because of what happened on the cliff earlier, we all returned to the packhouse. I was sitting on the couch holding my little Zacharias. Zacharias. I couldn’t help but groan at the name. Now, that was something I would have to get used to.

What was she thinking? Naming him after that…that insufferable man. I could already see Zack’s smug face in the back of my mind. Maybe I could convince Zira to go with just Arias.

“Our son,” Devon said.

“Yeah, buddy. We had a hand in this. He’s perfect.”

I was happy to have...