Neverwinter Forest I’m here on monkey business

In a while. Cupid didn't like that. Why couldn't it have been 'they've never bugged us'? If they did something before, what's stopping them from doing it again? And when they strike—god forbid— they'd get Caerus. His defenseless little baby. Here he goes, worrying over everything again.

Oh there's more. He knew Caerus loved slipping away and he'd catch him every time, save for the recent attempt. That and another time, an attempt he didn't know about until now. His ears fell back. Was he not as alert as he used to be? He had to step up his game. There can't be a next time.

Thank you. He really meant it. Sure, letting someone other than himself or Mal watch his son was a scary thought, but lord knows he needed all the help he could get. If Mal trusted her enough to be beta then Cupid could put a little faith in her.

And then another problem is brought up, one that hasn't crossed his mind yet. Living arrangements. Caerus was small now, but he'd get bigger soon. Shit, their den was getting a little cramped already. If it ain't too much trouble we'll pop over.