Atlas
I spent hours in my office with Griffin’s relatives. We laughed and joked while drinking expensive whiskey and smoking the finest cigars. I know I reeked of it all as I stumbled upstairs to my room. When I entered, the room was dark, and Griffin was snoring away on the bed. I walked over and leaned down to kiss her forehead. She seemed to be deep in sleep. I touched her large belly, and my sons gave me a hard kick on the hand.
‘Any time now,’ Hyperion whispers.
‘Huh?’ I reply to my wolf, but he says nothing. I wander out of my room and see the light on in the nursery. I walk over and step into the decorated room and gasp in awe. I know Griffin probably doesn’t think so, but I think it’s perfect. Two cribs side by side painted w
