For the first time, Cayenne reacted, pulling the baby in closer to her and hunching her body protectively, her eyes on her husband. “I’ll name her, Malichai.” She looked down at the tiny face and smiled. “I want you, beautiful. I had no idea you were there, lurking in the background. You’re like me, aren’t you? Axel is like your father, but you’re like me. You don’t mind being quiet while they stand in front.” “I want her too, Cayenne,” Trap said. “You’re misunderstanding me. I can’t hold her because she’s so tiny. I’m afraid I’ll crush her. That’s what I mean when I tell you to look at her.
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