“Gu-gu ga-ga,” the little baby boy tapped his hands together, laughing up at Asher in delight. The Prince chuckled, his face bright, eyes soft and twinkling in fascination as he patted the boy's dark curls down, twirling them around his long fingers, tugging lightly.
Four months away from birth, Meshai was beyond beautiful, with pale little fingers and toes, big blue eyes, and blonde hair that pooled around him, framing his cute little face. He had two little buds for lips and fleshy cheeks that puffed out whenever he smiled. Asher already knew what caste the youngster would belong to, judging by his curt, yet kind and happy mannerisms and expressions. He also hoped that Meshai's mate would treat him with the love and care he deserved. He didn't want Meshai to end up like him — without a
