You carried your baby with the utmost care. It was such a small, delicate baby, that you were afraid to make any movement that would cause him to cry. He whined a little, but you gently calmed him down.

"Mama is here." You whispered to your little boy. "My dear boy."

You muttered a little song to him in your native language. He liked to hear you sing. He's just a baby, but he liked it. That’s when you saw your husband, Maximus, watching the scene from the door frame, with love and wonder.