I would fall from grace just to touch your face
Maeve shifted from around her desk to join Ray in the small sitting area, angling Edmund so she could get a better look, the babe just starting to stir awake. He blinked up at Ray with wide blue eyes, cheeks soft and full, skin a healthy flush of pink as he cooed and waved a tiny fist. Said fist caught a handful of Maeve's hair, holding onto it as he kicked and babbled, waving his hand around in the air. "Thank you. This is Edmund." Maeve introduced her newborn, carefully prying her hair from his grip and replacing it with her finger instead, smiling softly down at her baby.
A scoff pushed past her lips and she rolled her eyes, grinning over at Ray, "Me? Overworking myself? Never." The Nightshade was doing her best to balance things, but she was not only focusing on Edmund, but her business and duties as queen. There was a lot to do and that wasn't going to change any time soon. "We're doing well. He doesn't sleep through the night. I think we're both up every few hours, but we're settling into a routine."
A scoff pushed past her lips and she rolled her eyes, grinning over at Ray, "Me? Overworking myself? Never." The Nightshade was doing her best to balance things, but she was not only focusing on Edmund, but her business and duties as queen. There was a lot to do and that wasn't going to change any time soon. "We're doing well. He doesn't sleep through the night. I think we're both up every few hours, but we're settling into a routine."
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