Days were gradually turning into weeks. Archi was now some weeks old. He was one of a kind as sometimes he did things that were too shocking.
At 12 weeks old, he could already crawl which shocked Nyx to the core. Sometimes, he attempted to stand.
Whenever, Nyx was preparing a meal, he would be in the kitchen, trying to help his mother in his own little way.
He was in all a very sweet child, but could get very troublesome at times. He had already developed a bond with Dora and considered her his elder sister.
"Archi, not again!" Nyx rushed to stop Archi from crawling outside.
"Dora, the door is open!"
"Oh, I'm coming, to lock it!"
Nyx exhaled, "Oh, Archi, you might be strange but you still give me a lot of joy," she cuddled him.
He giggled, and held her face, she couldn't help the smile that crept on her face.
