from their cradles carried towards what is excellent

Keenan looked into the cradle where Perry slept. He was such a sweet, happy baby. Keenan’s brows twitched when he heard a soft giggle. Without even glancing back, he said, “What have I told you about lurking it doorways, Pumpkin?”

“It’s rude,” a little voice replied. There was another giggle and then Amy latched onto his hand. “Watchin’ baby sleep, Papa?”

Keenan nodded. He kissed his fingers and then reached down to brush some hair away from Perry’s forehead. Then he scooped Amy up into his arms. He looked at her then and smiled faintly.

“Let’s get you to bed,” he said, his voice soft. “Then I can watch you sleep a bit.” Amy smiled and rested her head against his chest. Keenan sighed softly. He had plans for these children – ones that didn’t include serving I.L.K. or the Circle Society.

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