(From Blue's Perspective)
The rash from Dion's body disappeared soon. I could sigh in relief once again. Although Doctor Dimitri said it was nothing to be worried about, I could not help it.
"He loves water for sure," Dem said when Dion started to giggle as the slightly warm water touched his head.
I was giving Dion a bath and Dem was watching. Both of us were kind of glued to our son, except for the time when we did something that needed to be done when our son was not here and we were alone. We left him to Ruby and Luc, who gladly took care of him, and sometimes, Luc did not want us to take Dion from the magic tower.
"I have not seen one thing Dion doesn't love," I said. "Maybe all newborns are like this. Ah, not all newborns. Flint used to say Dela never ever liked oil."
Dem's jaw twitched at the mention of Flint. "What are you gonna do with him?"
"Let him rot in the cell."
"Do something about him, Blue. Don't be so merciful."
