"I don't think Zecheriah actually wants a wife for... uh... those purposes, but to one up all of his siblings. Marrying a lady of the night who happened to also be the widow of a killer seems a bit of a far reach, even for him. I just hope he really knows what he is doing and that it won't bite him in the ass." He shrugged with his free shoulder and then wrapped his long arm around his healing wife. He smiled happily because of the kiss she bestowed upon his whiskered cheek. He absently rubbed his thumb in circles over the flesh of her arm, casually so. "I love you..." he murmured, "And Abe. Look at him... He's getting so big already, just like me." He marveled aloud. "He looks like us both but I think he favors you." The boy in question stuffed his tiny fist into his mouth. He was definitely Uriel's flesh and blood if his looks had anything to say about it.

And even if he wasn't... well... Uriel didn't care. He loved Abe so very much that it was hard for it to miss. He loved his son freely and without a care for what others might have thought. "He's beautiful," he murmured in wonder, "Look at what we did."