"Where is mine?"
Rafael turned his head slowly.
Natalie, still tucked against his side, blinked.
Arik made a sound through the etherboard that suggested he had just been handed court-grade blackmail and the best afternoon of his week.
Rafael narrowed his eyes at his husband. "Excuse me?"
Gregoris did not move back. His gaze remained warm, fixed on Rafael and the sleeping child in his arms, and the look in his eyes had very little to do with innocent household fairness.
"Where," he repeated, quieter now, "is mine?"
Rafael stared at him.
Then at Natalie, who had gone from curious to delighted with frightening speed.
Then at Arik, who looked one breath away from collapsing against the projection in joy.
Then back at Gregoris.
"You," Rafael said with immense dignity, "are a disgrace to military professionalism."
"No," Gregoris said. "I'm asking a fair question."
Natalie smiled. "I agree."
"Of course you do."
Arik leaned in. "I also agree."
