When Shea woke up again from his nap, he blinked and stared at me for a few seconds. Seeing I was really there, and he was still in my arms, Shwa looked satisfied and snuggled against my chest, letting out a soft giggling sound.
"You're not crying again?" I laughed and poked his cheek, causing him to move his head and nuzzle my hand instead.
At a time like this, I was glad that I had a natural rejuvenation. No matter how light a baby was, carrying them in my arms nonstop for hours was bound to be exhausting. Truly, I couldn't put him down or even handed him to Natha for a bit of stretching. My dear husband had to help me with drinking and feed me some indulging sweets for that extra energy.
But well, since he said Shwa was scolding me before, I just took it as a blissful punishment.
