Will grinned as Ella bounded past and into the kitchen, followed by one friar and what looked to be at least a half-dozen Tupperware containers. Trust Tuck never to show up empty-handed. Between him and Calliope, it'd be a while before they had to give much thought to cooking. And a handy thing that was, too, because Will and Clio both had plenty else on their minds these days. All of it good, though. Sure, there were grotty diapers and milky spew and high-pitched cries that'd pull you from the depths of sleep just when you'd managed to drop off, but that was just babies— and Will, who'd plenty experience getting his hands dirty in far less innocent circumstances and losing sleep for far less welcome reasons, couldn't find any cause for complaint.
Ella returned, tugging Tuck along behind them, so excited to show off their baby sister that Will couldn't help grinning the wider. Tuck fairly melted at the sight of Hazel snuggled sleepily in Clio's arms and, all fairness, Will could relate. He felt gooey himself whenever he clapped eyes on his daughter anew. Beautiful. Yeah, she was. Bloody beautiful.
"Isn't she, though?" Will chuckled and opened his arms for the hug he knew Tuck wanted but would never ask for. Tuck, more than any of his family, more than anyone really except for Clio, knew how much it had taken for Will to get here, how much it all meant. And, because he was Tuck, that meant it meant the world to him, too.