She shook her head, keeping hold of his hand while Donovan ventured to get a new bottle for Cole. Danielle smiled at her baby's bright eyes as he rested his chin on his father's shoulder to look back at her, and it marveled her at how she could see so many of her husband's characteristics. Babies had never been something that Danielle had actively thought about having, more like knowing that she would bear children one day, but now she felt as if she'd been destined to be Cole's mother.
Destiny, that was a strange thought for a person as logical as Danielle. Donovan and Cole had made her believe in destiny, and if she lost out on a few hours of sleep so that she could spend some awake and alert time with her boys, then she was fine.
"This case must be the talk of the ministry," she said lightly, taking a seat at the kitchen table. Their once large and open windows had been changed to more secure ones after the attack on their home earlier in the year. They did not let much light in and Danielle often missed the sun or moonlight that used to stream so beautifully into their home. It was simply a precaution they had to take, however, and she'd rather have a few bars on her window than have someone throw a dark magic-laced item through the glass and harm Cole.
"Is there anything I can do to help? I'm rather good at copying notes in a legible manner..."
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