I rub my chilled arms and smile down at my beautiful baby. Ross is sleeping peacefully in his white crib. I look around at the blue painted walls. Fluffy white clouds cover the ceiling, hiding five cherub babies. One with gold eyes, one with brown, one with purple, one with blue, and the last with red. On the floor, a tall man looks up in confusion and wonder at the cherubs above.

Rhys opens the door behind me and wraps his arms around my waist, kissing my neck.

"He's beautiful, isn't he?" I whisper.

"Of course he is," Rhys replies, "You're his mother."

I turn around and kiss Rhys on the lips.

Ross coos in his sleep. I walk over to the crib and bend down to kiss Ross's forehead.

"Goodnight, sweet prince," I whisper before turning off the light in his room. Ross curls his fingers around the paw of his little blue octopus and sucks his thumb. I quietly close the door behind Rhys and myself and we go to bed.