Chapter 165: Eleven Months Later

I woke in a puddle of my own drool, face-down on a hard floor. This was where I'd landed sometime during the late-night feeding. Ah, the glamourous life of parenthood.

It looked much better on Mase, who was passed out on our bed in the Vicious room, with little Astra Randolph Jones-Ryan sleeping soundly on top of him. Astra, meaning stars. I stared at them for a long moment, the pair of them stealing my breath as always. The two of them together, father and daughter, rushed my soul with warmth time and time again. They'd fallen head over heels for each other. They were inseparable except for during feeding times, and when Ellison and Josh's son, Tannis, became fussy and needed Mase's magic touch.