"What will you name her, Reginald?"
It was the third day into another week after the delivery and Reginald had come to pay another visit to his beloved daughter.
He shifted his gaze from the infant in his arms and stared down at Keturah, who was seated in a wheelchair.
She found it difficult to walk after the CS and the doctor had advised that she shouldn't stress herself.
To make matters worse, Keturah couldn't breastfeed her child because of the CS. It had somehow affected the flow of milk to her breasts and Doctor Scott told her that there was a probability that she wouldn't be able to have milk until maybe after some days.
"Do you have a name in mind?" He asked her instead as he smiled warmly at her. She was very adorable and beautiful and Reginald began to understand why Alastor was head over heels for her.
"I do have one in mind," her smile brightened at the opportunity of naming the child.
