Aithne was looking down at Aibhlin's sleeping face among the soft white blankets. Carissa watched the mother and daughter with tears running silently down either side of her face.
"I never want my daughter knowing anything of the Night World. Promise me, Carissa. Nothing of her abilities, or what I am. She must only know who her father was, not how he died. It is the only way she can be safe."
"You do not want her to know of her being Irish? She might guess from her name."
"Good point. Just say that Dimitri liked Irish names, and leave it at that. She is Greek, through and through now." Aithne's eyes filled with tears as she swept her light sun-steaked red hair off of her face.
"Oh, Aithne! You tear me apart when you cry!" Carissa's tears flowed harder as she leaned over and tightly hugged the taller woman.
"Take care of her, Carissa. For Dimitri and I, please."
"Always, we are family." That was the greatest comfort she could give to Aithne, and it seemed to satisfy her.
"Thank you." With that, Aithne disentangled herself from Carissa's grasp and walked away.
Carissa choked back a sob and wiped her tears away before stooping to pick up the precious bundle her sister-in-law had left behind.
"It's just you and me now, agape mou." She said softly to the baby.
Aibhlin looked so much like Dimitri, only her dark aqua eyes, which were closed at the moment, bespoke of her relation to Aithne.
The rest of her was incredibly Greek, she would fit in with the rest of the Angel family with no questions asked from nosy outsiders. And of course, no one would ever guess of her Irishness, about her being anything but human.
