His daughter.

None of it matched what he expected, but he gave up asking questions. Seraphim were very clearly not human.

Caro yawned as she snuggled into his chest, her body already healing to its natural form. Another immortal quality. No one would be able to tell that she’d just given birth, let alone been pregnant at all.

“Fascinating,” he whispered, awed by the entire experience.

His daughter responded with a small sound of contentment beside him. He lifted onto an elbow to peer down into the bassinet and found her gazing up at him with bright green eyes that resembled his own. So much for Caro’s theory about newborn Seraphim resembling human babies.

“From what I understand, you should have blue eyes,” he told her. “But they are definitely my shade of green.” And radiating an intelligence that bespoke of her supernatural heritage.

“Let me see her,” Caro said softly. “Please.”

He switched focus to the gorgeous blonde curled against his side. “You were asleep.”

“I felt her wake, and your words confirmed it.” She stretched, causing the sheet to lower over her breasts. Any other time and he would have taken that as an invitation. But they had an audience.

He sat up and studied his daughter.

“Hi, sweetheart,” he cooed. “Want to see your mom?”

God, she was small. She could easily fit in the palm of his hand, something he realized as he gently lifted her. He didn’t know much about babies, but instinct had him cradling her head and gingerly moving her into the crook of his arm.

“Oh,” Caro breathed as he rotated toward her. “She’s perfect.”

“Just like her mom.” He brushed his knuckles over their daughter’s cheek and smiled. “You need a name, little angel.”

“Do you have one in mind?” Caro asked, her bright gaze on the child in his arms.

He considered and nodded. “I do.”

“Share.” A demand, not a request.

His lips curled at the impatience in her tone. Already his Caro was back to the angel he adored.

“Anastasia means ‘resurrection’ in ancient Greek, but it’s far too plain for her.” He brushed his knuckles down her neck to the blanket cocooning her tiny form. So soft. “How do you feel about Astasiya?” He didn’t ask Caro, but his daughter. “A variation of Anastasia, but unique and empowering, and beautiful.”

Delight tugged at his heart, confirming his choice.

“She approves,” Caro murmured. “As do I. We can call her Stas for short.”

“That’s a popular male human name in Russia and Eastern Europe,” Gabriel informed from the doorway. “But suitable.”

Sethios glanced up to see Leela beaming beside Gabriel, her gaze on the baby. Definitely not a normal Seraphim.

“She’s a future heartbreaker,” the blonde declared, her mirth apparent. “I look forward to knowing her in a few decades.” She glanced at her wrist as if checking the time, but she didn’t wear a watch. “Well, I do believe my work here is done. Unless you all require me for anything else?”