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Kingsley gazed down on the boy in the crib in his pale blue-and-white footie pajamas He had a swath of pale blond hair on his sht blue eyes and a solemn expression on his face Such a serious look on such a little boy Kingsley al at Grace He couldn’t take his eyes off Fionn

"Of course," Grace said "He likes being held"

Kingsley gently lifted the boy out of his crib and cradled hiave hisley draped over Fionn’s head and back

"You’re good at this," Grace said "But you have sley smiled but didn’t answer He couldn’t answer He couldn’t speak Not a word

Kingsley laughed, and Grace, without a moment’s hesitation, raised her hand to his face and wiped the tears off his cheeks

"Merci," he whispered and pressed a kiss on to the top of Fionn’s head He smelled like a baby, like his own Céleste The clean scent of lavender soap and innocence "Fionn and I have so in common"

"And what is that?" Grace asked

"We’re both alive because of Søren"

"Yes I suppose you both are" Grace touched his face again, wiped off another tear Kingsley laughed at hi better than Nora did the first time she held hi hi into tears in Zachary’s arms He teased her mercilessly about it"

"He’s beautiful No wonder she cried"

"She and Zachary talked a long time about Fionn," Grace continued "The two of thesley asked, patting Fionn on the back

"Nora being Fionn’s godht she was already"

"She is But Zachary and I talked and considering everything"

"You uardian?"

"Yes If so happens to me and Zachary, ant her to have Fionn She hasn’t said yes to that yet"

"She wouldn’t say yes to it"