Spade's P.O.V.
I sat down heavily at the breakfast table. At present, only Bexley, Bex for short, and I were awake. I looked at my daughter with more love in my heart than I had ever known. The only other person in the world that I loved as much as my daughter's father, the man to whom I am married; Apollyn.
I sat and sighed as I contemplated the amount of time that had passed. It had now been six months since the birth of my and Apollyn's baby. These six months just flew by, and to look at Bex, you would think she was much older than her six months. She looked as though she were coming up on the year-old mark, and she was talking better than most three-year-old children. Though she was technically six months old, her demon blood had her growing twice as fast, and her mentality grew eve
