Torian just stared at his lap. He didn't move a single muscle.
He stared at the tiny tiger-striped baby shoes like they held the secrets of the universe. He picked one up with his giant, calloused fingers. It was smaller than his thumb. Then he let out a massive, watery sob. The giant White Tiger wrapped his huge arms around Roxy and buried his face in her stomach. He cried happy tears for a solid hour. Zarek tried to make a joke about it, but Torian just threw a couch cushion at his head. He proudly announced he was going to be the absolute best dad in the world.
Fast forward nine months. You wouldn't believe the noise.
The private hospital room actually shook. Roxy delivered Torian's son, and the boy didn't just cry. He roared. He was a tiny tornado of pure human muscle and completely endless energy.
Torian held the boy up like a trophy. He was so proud his chest looked like it was going to burst.
By the time that kid learned to walk, the mansion wasn't safe anymore.
Smash.
