—Drago—
"Drago,"
I couldn't hear anything at the moment. I wish that I was hearing my wife's voice. But I couldn't.
"Drago!"
I sucked some air as I looked at Iris in front of me, holding a wailing baby. He's handsome and healthy and his eyes are like my wife's.
"Drago, you have to gather your damn self!" Iris scolded. "Name your Prince."
"No." I shook my head as I watched Yves revive my wife. "My wife will name him."
"Take him."
He's already clean and wrapped around the cloth. I gently took him as I pulled him closer to my face, smelling my wife from him. My throat feels dry and my chest is aching and I am suffocated. My baby boy stopped crying as he cooed. Suddenly, I was drawn into him like he's telling me something. I take him to the circle and Minerva places a hand over my baby as my baby reaches Minerva's hand, gripping on her finger.
