ANNA'S VIEW
A month had passed, and everything was looking up. My training was going extraordinarily. Drake and the Sharman were tough trainers, and I barely had any time to rest. The Sharman imparted a lot of wisdom on me and Drake. Drake was more loving toward me, and I was surprised when Drake cradled Mathew in his arms. It was a sight for sore eyes. He was actually bonding with his son; that made my heart overjoyed. I didn't think that would happen in a million years.
Mathew loved his father, and both father and son became inseparable.
"I can't believe that Mathew doesn't want me to feed him but is insisting on you to do it," I sighed. "Well, what can I say? I have the magical touch, and it's not my fault that our boy prefers his old man to you," Drake smirked as he held Mathew in the air, spinning him around. Mathew loved it, and so did Drake.
