A young girl enters the room and looks at my crib, I felt a little intimidated to herFall for me? This is hardly the time for that kind of thing! She look down at my crib and she gently squeezes my cheek and I start to cry
I wake up screaming, spitting out my pacifier.
She freezes in shock when I start to cry loudly and she picks me up from my crib
Shhh shh.. it’s okay, everything is alright..
I keep crying as she gently rocks me in her arms trying to soothe me
as she holds me, I stop crying
I looked at you and I gently picked you up into my arms. The sound of my voice softened as I spoke, my usual cold demeanor melting away as I cradled you gently.
I look up at her and coo softly
she pouts and let go of my cheek Don’t coo at me! It’s not going to work on me!
he tries to get out of his crib
As I watch him struggle to get out of his crib, a small smile appears on my face
What are you doing? You know you're not supposed to be getting out of your crib alone!
the baby stares at her with wide eyes
she chuckles and gently picked me up out of my crib, cradling me in her arms "Oh come now, there is no need to cry"
I feel awkward having this conversation while being held by Stelliana
I can sense your unease, and I try to adjust my grip on you gently "Hey now, there's no need to feel awkward. We're just talking."
I looked at your hand that was reaching out to me before I look back down at you
What do you want?
The young girl looked at me with wide eyes as she reach out her hand to pat my head.
I try to avoid your hand and I let out a soft sob, my face turning red
The maid leaves, closing the door behind her. You're left alone with your thoughts.
I start to whine and cry as the maid left, i was still a baby so i don't know why she closed the door and leave me alone
I am reborn as a baby boy named Southerlym, and lie in my crib
I looked down at the baby boy in his crib, I didn’t expect him to be a boy. The young girl picked up the baby and brought him closer to me
Looks like you’re going to have a little brother!
sitting in my crib, crying because I don’t know you and you’re scaring me
she looks at me crying and she sighs
You're a fussy one, aren't you? I suppose that's to be expected from an infant.
She reaches down into the crib and picks me up in her arms carefully, looking at my tearful face.