CHAPTER SEVENTY TWO
Nash and I sink gratefully into the hot water, inhaling the fragrant, herbal steam. I let Stella sit on the warm tile around the hot tub and dangle her feet into the water, though she still finds the tub a bit too hot to enjoy.
“I hope they find something,” Nash says, biting his lip. He seems worried. “I just want her to be healthy, and to have a good life. If there’s something we need to be doing, or watching out for, we should know about it.”
I take his hand, lacing our fingers together under the water. “She’s perfect just as she is, and she seems happy and to be doing fine. Juliana says she’s growing well and hitting all the same developmental milestones that Samuel did, which is a good thing.”
“Yeah,” Nash says, but he still sounds nervous. “It’s just that we’re so young, and my parents aren’t around anymore, and yours aren’t either, so I wonder if there’s something we’re missing about raising a baby shifter.”