(From Demetrius's Perspective)
"He looks so much like King Demetrius. Dion looked the same at this age as well," King Ford said, holding a crying Demian in his arms. Since he picked him up, Demian had been crying nonstop. "Well, you might want to take him, Blue. I guess he hates me."
"If that's the case, he hates me too," I said.
"It's not about hate or anything," Blue said as she took Demian from him. "Demian doesn't like to go to anyone other than me. Doctor Dimitri said some kids are like this. It will take some time for him to go to others."
"I haven't carried my own son more than ten minutes in total since he was born," I said.
"Wow, that's really…," King Ford exclaimed.
"You will make up for it later," Blue said, patting my arm.
