"Mnh… mmhhh—waa… Waaah! Waaah!" The cry was barely more than air, yet loud enough to stir the instincts in everyone around.
Zeke froze. He knew he'd woken little Riven. His eyes darted to the crib, then back to Ravenna. To his relief, she wasn't looking at him, her attention was on the baby. Still, his heart thumped with unease. It wasn't until he glanced around the room that he noticed Alaric's death glare aimed squarely at him. Zeke swallowed hard, forcing a dry laugh.
"I'll… I'll just wait..." he pointed vaguely toward the door "...outside." And he was gone in a blur.
Alaric slowly rose and walked to the crib. Zander and Luke were standing there, clueless, staring at the baby, unsure how to soothe him.
"I'll… also be outside," Luke muttered, scrambling up and letting Alaric take his place.
The moment Alaric lifted little Riven into his arms, the crying stopped almost instantly. He seemed to have sensed already gotten used to his father. Alaric felt extremely proud of himself.
