Laughing at them, Devyn bounced in his father’s lap.

Shahara paused beside Dancer. “Are you staying with the guys or following us?”

“You. I want to make sure that Sumi knows what to expect. But before we go…” Dancer headed to the small brunette who quietly held the tiniest baby Sumi had ever seen. He kissed the woman’s cheek before he knelt down next to her so that he could peer at the newborn. “Hey, Cezar, it’s a pleasure meeting the little guy who made Daddy lose all of his mind. You almost got his ass whipped by two Andarions and a Phrixian.”

An attractive reddish-brown-haired man sitting across from her and next to Maris laughed. Like Zarya, he cradled a baby boy in his lap, who was a few months older.

Dancer flashed a grin before he held his hand out toward Sumi. “Zarya Cruel,” he inclined his head to the man who’d laughed, “Ture Xans-Sulle, meet my Sumi.”

Good gracious. How many more people make up his family? It wasn’t fair. She had no one for him to meet at all. He really did come with his own army of people.

Nervous all over again, she approached them slowly. “Hi.”

Zarya handed her son off to Dancer so that she could stand and give her a hug. She patted Sumi on the back before she withdrew and held both of her hands in hers. “I know that look on your face. I had it less than a year ago, myself.” She tilted her head to Ture. “As did my best friend when he joined us. But the good news is, we all love you because Hauk loves you. And if you need anything at all, we are your family now. All you have to do is call us and we’re there.”

Tears welled up in her eyes. “Thank you.”

Like a proud father, Dancer brought Cezar over to them. He was so tiny he fit easily into Dancer’s palm. “Would you like to hold him?”

She made a face at the thought. “He’s awful little.”

Zarya laughed. “I had the same reaction a few days ago when they handed him off to me for the first time. I’m still rather shocked someone thinks I’m a responsible parent.”

Laughing, Dancer moved to stand behind Sumi before he placed Cezar in her arms.

Emotions overwhelmed her as she stared down at the tiny little newborn. While she’d enjoyed holding Zarina, this was entirely different. She glanced over to the baby in Ture’s arms. “Are they really only a few months apart in age?”

Zarya nodded. “They are.”

“I never realized babies grew so fast.”

“Unbelievably fast,” Maris said as he joined them with the infant Ture had been holding. “This is our son, Terek. He’s five months old… just a few weeks older than Zarina.”