Page 165 of Fury In Death

“Can’t call her Number Two forever,” Eve commented. “Kid needs a name, Mavis.”

“She has one.”

“Placenta delivered. Also perfect. Good job all around, Mavis.”

“Peabody, after picture. Then I want somebody to get Bella, so she can meet her sister, and we’ll do a full family photo.”

Leonardo lifted his head. “My girl.” He brushed his finger over the tiny cheek. “My precious girl.”

“Welcome home.” Mavis bent her head, kissed her daughter. “Adora Dee.”

“Oh.” Peabody lowered the ’link and blubbered. “Oh.”

“All our children are going to carry family middle names.”

“It’s a beautiful name.” Phoebe stroked Peabody’s back. “A beautiful family. The brightest of bright blessings on you all. I’ll go get Bella so it’s complete.”

“Could you ask McNab to come up, too?”

“You should probably rest or something,” Eve began.

“Could you wait? Everybody? After the family portrait, I’d really like one with the whole birthing team. McNab could take it, and he needs to meet Adora Dee.”

Phoebe carried the sleepy Bella in with McNab beside her.

He just grinned. “You had some party up here. Look at that. You got sunshine and moonlight.”

“Say welcome home to your sister, Bellamina.”

“Baby.” Bella woke all the way up to stare, to stroke fingers over the baby’s cheek. “Baby. Mine.”

“Ours,” Leonardo said. “Hello, Adora Dee.”

“Dordee.”

“Close enough.” Mavis kissed Bella’s head. “We’ll work on it.”

“I got three really good pictures.” Peabody wiped another tear away as McNab hugged her.

“McNab, would you take one? I want everyone who helped welcome Adora Dee home to her family in this one, too.”

“Got you covered. Move in, everybody. Smile!”

With her oldest friend beaming like the sun as she held both her daughters, Eve thought, how could she not?

Epilogue

There was a multitude of toasts lifted to the new baby, to the mother, to the family of four. Eve drank her share of them.

At just before two in the morning, she washed off Trina’s magic makeup, brushed the fancy out of her hair.

The mirror told her it would take days yet before people stopped staring at her, but what the hell.

She had the weekend.

By two-thirty, she’d been wanded and lay with Roarke and the cat.

“That was a hell of a party, in ways expected and not. You’re going to have to wait until tomorrow to do all the work.”