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Zivia was birthing her third child, and though he wanted to keep Aden company, remembering how fretful it always made him, Guy knew he should keep away until it was over. His lover's wife was tolerant, but not that tolerant.
When word came - a girl, healthy - he grabbed the gifts he and Portia had chosen and headed over, despite the late hour. He found Aden pacing with the baby. "Ziv's sleeping," he murmured, smiling. "This is Guylaine."
Guy's eyes widened, then grew damp as he gazed at the dark-haired newborn. "Really?"
"It was Zivia's suggestion," Aden said, and kissed him.