Groaning, Allison turned her head and forced her eyelids up. God, that was hard. Something had woken her up, a sound that she didn't hear often.
Frowning, she blinked herself awake to find a dark room and an even beeping sound. But that wasn't the sound that had roused her. It was the crying of a baby.
Her baby.
Suddenly, she was wide awake and trying to struggle up in the bed.
"Whoa, there, Allison. Take it easy." A big, heavy hand landed on her shoulder, keeping her where she was.
Deucalion.
Taking a deep breath, she looked up at him. His dark eyes were tired but glittering with joy. The skin around those eyes was tight, though, like he was still worried. And he seriously needed a shave. "You look like crap," she croaked.
He chuckled quietly. "When you're up for it, I'll take you
