"Easter isn't for two more weeks, so we have time," Michael said. "Not to worry. And, Angus, if you do the egg, do it because you want to. Not because you have to. And if you decide to do it, perhaps you and I could do it together."
"Perhaps," Angus said, getting up and leaving quietly. Robert's eyes followed Angus.
"I'll talk to him," Michael said.
"No," Edward said, "I'll do it. Its an old wound that was reopened. Let me do it."
"Fine," he agreed. "Robert, what can I help you with?" Robert signed something to him that Michael didn't translate to the rest of them. "My pleasure," Michael smiled. "Meeting adjourned, Everyone. I have an assignment."
He went upstairs and found Marcus was holding one of the newborns. One of them had decided to get cranky, and Marcus was merely holding him and soothing him. The child was starting to quiet in Marcus's experienced hands.
"Did I miss anything?" Marcus asked.
"No, it looks like you have it covered," Michael smiled. Just then, the second baby started to sound off as well. "I refuse to deal with that," Michael scowled.
"Hand it here, and I'll deal with it. It'll be like old times," Marcus smiled. Michael picked up the second baby and Marcus easily jockied one newborn on each shoulder.
Michael went over to Khaat and sat down on the sofa with her.
"Do you remember what my job is as your godfather?" he asked softly.
"Yes," she said. "I don't forget that."
"I swore to be here for whatever you needed a father for, if your father couldn't do it," Michael said. "He desperately wants to give you this, and he can't." Michael wrapped her close to him, in his chest. She knew it was as close as her father could get to her. And she knew it was also from Michael's heart as well. She wrapped herself into his chest and hid there. Michael was silent, but he felt her tears on his chest.
"Why did you come?" she asked him very softly.
"Because its what we do," he said to her simply. "And because you'd never, ever leave us there."
"He's just going to keep coming! Don't you see..." she began, frustrated. He pressed his index finger against her lips.
"I know," he said very calmly. "I know. But you're not going to be alone. I swear. We've got you."
"Shouldn't I just give myself to him and end this? Honestly?"
"It solves nothing. You're not the only thing he's after."
"That's not where my children should have been born..." she began to cry softly into his chest. Michael sighed. Robert had wanted to be the one to soothe her from this, and Michael felt painfully inadequate to be here, in his place, instead of him. Still, he held her, glad she was going to let go of some of this pain.