Protective Instincts

"Yeah. I told Remy about it but she didn't believe me. Can you also get one made for Cass?" Ronan sat by Theron's bed, clearly unwilling to leave.

Kaelen picked the child up before Theron could reply. "Uncle Theron is still sick. Stop bothering him. You have me to buy you whatever you want."

"But godfather…" Ronan turned to look at Theron.

Kaelen, however, turned him around and walked right out. "