Cradle of Joy

FREYA

Adrien and I spent the next hour with baby Killian, watching and playing with him. His bright eyes sparkled with curiosity, and his infectious giggles filled the room with joy. He was a bundle of energy, both in the womb and out, and every moment with him felt like a precious gift.

After a while, though, he started to fidget, his little fist touching my bosom over and over until his cute face scrunched up in a cry.

Adrien then gestured to Ana who remained in the room with us.

“He will be taken to the nursemaid.” He said and tried to take Killian from me.

“No. No nursemaids. I'll feed him myself.” Then I began to loosen the straps on the front of my dress with one hand, the other cradling the still-crying Killian. The dress just seemed like it was made for this exact purpose.

“You do not have to do that, Freya. You just regained consciousness, I want you to take it easy and recover fully.” Adrien cajoled with a look of worry on his perfect face.