Chapter 9

Apparently all Andreas had needed was a week-old baby, though, and that did the trick.

He managed nine days before finally biting Erik’s head off, bursting into tears at four in the morning when the inevitable hungry wail started up, and kicking a snoozing Erik rudely in the back.

“Just fucking deal with her, she’s your daughter, too!” he snapped, then stormed off into the bathroom and slammed the door on the caterwauling.

Thankfully, the tide turned then. Erik quietly got her changed and fed and put her back to bed before slipping into the bathroom and wordlessly turning the taps on.

“Come on,” he murmured, kissing Andreas’ neck and gently shaking him until he unburied his face and dumped it on Erik’s shoulder instead. “Hot bath for you. Favourite salts, head massage, the works.”