Raven’s P.O.V.
I sat in the hospital waiting area with Lucy curled up in my lap, her tiny fingers gripping the string of the balloon. With the intensity she was holding the string, I doubted she would ever let it go, even though she had been saying it was the baby’s first present from her, and she wanted it to be special.
"How much longer, Daddy?" Lucy asked me, wiggling impatiently. I glanced at the double doors leading to the maternity ward.
"Not much longer, sweetheart. Uncle Adam will be out again any second."
Beside us, Gran adjusted her oversized cardigan, her sharp eyes scanning the hallway like a hawk. Koda and Blade sat across from us, engaged in a deep discussion about which snack was superior, vending machine pretzels or hospital pudding cups. Jules, at the end of her own
