Damian's hum steadied the air, golden eyes catching on Orfeo before flicking to the children swarming around the crib. "You'll wake him if you keep squabbling."
Arik winced at the rebuke but recovered quickly, chin lifting with princely defiance. "But Uncle Max said Noah is eating biscuits without me. That's unfair."
Max raised both hands in mock surrender. "Not my fault Adam spoils him more than all of you combined. Noah had three in his hands when I left."
"Three?" Arik groaned as though personally betrayed, while Cecil murmured, practical as ever, "He'll get a stomach ache."
Rowena, still clutching the edge of the crib, puffed herself up. "Then I'll eat them for him. Problem solved."
Gabriel let his head tip back against the couch cushion with a low groan. "Wonderful. A household of strategists. By the time Orfeo can crawl, you'll all be plotting coups."
