FORTY-TWO
"And...I think she's full," Rosa said as her n****e popped out of baby Maja's mouth.
While she retied the laces of her gown, Chase carried the sleeping baby over to the cradle she shared with her twin sister, Saskia, for the girls screamed fit to wake the dead if they were parted for long.
"Do you think they'll sleep through the night?" Chase asked doubtfully, smoothing a blanket over the girls.
"My sleeping spells have worked fine so far. They will not wake until sunrise, even if they weren't full to bursting with milk." She lifted her lips for a kiss. "We have all night, the longest night of the year."
"We'll need it. We've scarcely shared a bed, even to sleep, since the girls were born," Chase grumbled as he threw a couple of blankets over his shoulder. He fastened his
