Sephiroth rose to his feet, placing the bottle into the sink. He carried the infant into the nursery, laying him down to sleep. Then he slipped out of the room, heading up the stairs to join Jenna in the bathroom.
“You only just started?” He said as he closed the door behind him. “If you are going to have a bath, add some of those bath-salts. I was given a gift basket by somebody at work.” He shrugged. “They assumed that because I keep my hair so well-maintained that I was interested in such bath things.”