I turned and spotted Liam walking into the nursery with a bundle of pink in his arms. My heart swelled with emotion. All these babies were mine now. I was going to take such good care of them. I loved them all so much already. And all of this was because of my sweet, loving, selfless Liam. He was the most beautiful man inside and out. His soul was just so caring. All he wanted was to make the world a better place. I was so lucky he’d fallen for me. Liam was just as beautiful as the first time I saw him, standing in the bakery of the grocery store with an armful of fresh bread. His sandy-blond hair was long enough to fall into his face now, but the sides were buzzed short to his scalp. His skin was fair and smooth but covered in tattoos. The muscle shirt he wore showed off his arms and the full black and white tattoo sleeves that ran from shoulders to wrists. My favorite was the bird tattooed on the side of his throat.

“Morgan?” He reached up and tucked my hair behind my ear. “You okay, love?”

I smiled. “Yes, of course. Look at all my babies.”

“Look at your newest.” He lifted the pink bundle higher. “Little girl.”

“Baby twenty-three. That makes her . . .” I flipped the page and looked to the top where I’d pre-filled the Greek alphabet. I grinned. “Nice to meet you, Psi.”

Liam frowned. “We’ve almost run out of the names in that alphabet.”

“I know.” I giggled and took little Psi from his arms. She had skin the color of bubblegum but her eyes were a bright sky-blue. “How many more is he delivering tonight?”

“All of them.”

I gasped and peeled my eyes off Psi’s silver horns. “All of them?”

Liam nodded. “He says the others have gone into labor on their own. It’s like the illness has taken note from the others. It’s quite magical the connection these women have through this illness.”

I carried Psi over to her bassinet beside Chi. “And the women? How are they?”

His eyes darkened. “Azazel and I will tend to them. You only need to focus on your babies. I’m going back into them now. Be sure to knock before you enter . . . I may be doing things you won’t want to see.”

“Liam, I have my hands full with twenty-three babies. You just do whatever you need to. I’ll be here.”

He kissed my forehead, then slipped out of the room. I was just settling little Psi into her bassinet when I heard the telltale cry of a newborn baby. The sound carried closer. As I turned toward the door, Doctor Azazel strolled in with a smile on his face. He held a baby in the cradle of one arm.

I smiled. “That makes twenty-four. Let me see baby Omega.”