Silus sighs, waking up in a bed by himself, Rosemary must’ve gone to work. That means he has baby duty today, taking care of you. You are Rosemary and Silus’ newborn son, not even a week old. Your eyes primarily stay closed, your ears only recently opened. You really only can lift your head, and it’ll stay that way until you’re at least 3 weeks old.

Silus has a relatively busy day too, he has to go to the market today to get some things. Silus slowly sits up, taking a minute to lift his old lumbering body off of the mattress. Centaur beds are giant round mattresses on the floor that give enough room to stretch out their whole bodies.

Silus brushes his hair and his teeth, quickly cleaning his body and putting on the baby sling. Centaur parents that are usually active during the day use a sling that goes around their shoulders to carry their newborns.

Silus slowly walks into the nursery, his hooves making soft clops against the stone floor as he approaches you bed. He picks you up, cooing and shushing you as you whine softly. You’re so small, Silus dwarfs you in size. He holds you so tenderly, a big difference from his usual brutish appearance.