“Yes.” He rested his chin on her shoulder. “I also ordered clothes for up to six months since I didn’t know what to expect size-wise.”

“She’ll be small.” Caro placed her hand over Sethios’s forearm. “And grow the same as a human infant.”

“You keep saying that, but I won’t be able to believe it until I see it.” He pressed a kiss to her throat and then to her cheek. “So you like it?”

“I do.” Perhaps even loved it, though she didn’t truly understand the difference. She fancied Sethios quite a bit as well and wondered where the lines between emotions existed.

Everything was so new to her. Seraphim simply did not live in this manner, but the more she considered it, the more she realized that all feelings held practical purposes. Happiness, for example, brightened her outlook. No longer did she see the world in black and white, but in coats of color. Whether practical or not, she preferred it.

“One more thing,” he said, releasing her to retrieve a plain box from the floor. He placed it in her hands and slipped his arms around her again, chin on her shoulder. “Open it.”

Caro eyed the gift with interest. “Hmm.” She removed the top and peered at the shiny silver blades. “Knives.”

“Knives,” he confirmed softly. “To replace the ones lost in New York and Paris.”

She drew her finger along the sharp edge. “You had them engraved with our initials.”

“His and hers edition.” He kissed her neck. “We’ll keep them in the bedroom.”

Her stomach tightened at the thought. “In the nightstand?”

“Naturally.”

“I approve.”

“I thought you might.” He nipped her pulse and sighed. “Not to derail a most enlightening subject, but have you heard from Gabriel yet?”

She shook her head. Aside from the tendrils of contentment flowing from her son, she hadn’t spoken to him since he dropped by their first evening in Montana.

“Are you worried about him?”

Caro shook her head again. “No. His aura is calm.” She would feel his distress or pain if something nefarious had occurred.

“Will you have the same connection to our child?”

“Yes.” She smiled. “I already do.” Or the beginnings of it, anyway. “It’s faint, but peace radiates from her when you’re near.” Caro determined that to be the reason why she always felt at ease in Sethios’s presence, why she craved him as she did. Because he comforted Caro as well.

She set the precious box down and turned to loop her arms around his neck as he grasped her hips. “Take me to bed, please.”

He smiled. “Are you addicted to me or to pleasure?”

“Both.”

“Good.” He kissed her all too briefly. “I need something to eat first, then I will devour you for dessert.”

“What happened to demanding a reward for finishing your project?”

“Oh, I intended to collect, Caro—thoroughly—but I require sustenance first.” He slid his palms to her jeans and squeezed her ass. A promise of what was to come.