I stroked my finger down Roxanya’s nose as she curled into me. “You are always so content, my little love,” I said. “Except when you are cold or sleepy or hungry.” “The same as you then,” Merissa jibed, and Gabriel laughed as a smirk pulled at my mouth. Roxanya’s beautiful little face wrinkled, and I could sense a sob coming so I moved closer to the fire. “Which is it then? Are you cold?” The fire’s warmth rolled over us and Roxanya looked almost smug as I held her there, rocking her close to the flames.
