I stopped at the last bassinet in the row and gave the little one a happy sigh. I reached in and brushed the black curls off his forehead. “Such a perfect, pretty baby, aren’t you?”

The little one giggled and pulled on his own little feet. Ten perfect little toes and fingers. His skin was a healthy purple, just as it should’ve been. I held up my clipboard and flipped to the next page to fill out his information, then I flipped back to double check which letter I was on now. Doctor Azazel had insisted the best chance these women had for survival at this point was to deliver their babies. We had to separate mom from baby for them all to live. Or hope to. I glanced up to my right to the rows of bassinets lined up perfectly. So far, he’d delivered twenty-two healthy babies. It was my job to take care of the little ones. I was to be their mommy until we saved their mothers. My love, Liam, was tending to the mothers once they gave birth. We had to quarantine them so they didn’t infect the little ones.

I’d taken it upon myself to name them. I’d chosen to start with the Greek alphabet. Since we had so many to name at once, I wanted a theme. Everyone loved a good theme. This little one in front of me was baby twenty-two, which meant I was going to need a second theme soon.

“But that’s not for you to worry about, right, little Chi?” I tickled his purple belly, which made him giggle. Then I reached up to check for his horns. They were there, just as they were supposed to be—-a shimmery gold just like his eyes. I scribbled his descriptions down on the page dedicated to him. “You get to be a happy baby with your brothers and sisters.”

“Morgan, another one.”