Artemia PoV
Once I felt better, I began to nurse my little babies. They were so cute. Azami sure was a crier. Osamu was pretty calm but would start getting fussy when Azami cried. It was a delicate balance, trying to soothe them both, but I found a rhythm. Nursing them was a bonding experience that filled my heart with a profound sense of love and connection.
Azami's cries were loud and demanding, his tiny fists clenching as he sought comfort. I gently rocked him, whispering soothing words while cradling him close.
"Shh, it's okay, Azami. Mama's here." His blue eyes would eventually lock onto mine, calming down as he latched on and began to nurse.
Orlin took care of Osamu while I nursed Azami and began to tell him one of the imaginary adventures he used to go on with Uneri when we were kids— tales of far-off lands and daring exploits.
