The first Spectre gig had gone off a treat, and Deirdre and Spectre were lounging in her hotel room afterwards. "The twins are still on London time," Deirdre sighed, leaning against Spectre while he held Gabriel close. "They won't sleep, the little buggers." Deirdre was feeding Eiley, who seemed able to drink more than twice her own weight in milk at a time.
( With great power comes great responsibility )
( With great power comes great responsibility )