Dexter pov
My baby girl is more perfect than I could ever have imagined. The way she submitted to me, trusting me to take care of her, was proof she was made for us. Relaxing in the bath with Ariah laying back against my chest, I begin to hear soft snores as she drifts off. Our play time took a lot out of her, I'll have to build her up gradually to the heavier things I enjoy.
Mindlinking our chef, I ask that dinner be brought up to the bedroom when it's ready. Picking up a wash cloth, I run it over Ariah, cleaning her gently. Not wanting to wake her, I link my brothers to ask where they are. Luckily, Deaks had just finished his own shower and offered to come and help. Entering the bathroom, he grabbed a fluffy towel off the rack as I stood up, cradling our mate in my arms. Handing her
