"So beautiful." Danton chuckled, his voice steeped in gentle admiration.
He had seen many young in his clan. Even among the Mer Clan, renowned for their beauty, newborns were always wrinkled and shriveled. Their tail fins would hang limp and soft, like seaweed dried out on the shore.
But this infant before him had been born to his beloved female.
His little face was lustrous and fair, as smooth as a pearl. Although the colorful butterfly markings on his cheeks proclaimed that his father was someone else, Danton still felt a soft ripple spread through his heart as he gazed at him.
Evangeline used a soft towel to gently wipe the mucus from the infant's body.
Danton reached out to hold him, and as he turned the infant over, a pair of twelve butterfly wings, matted and wet with fluid, were revealed.
