it had been nearly three years since your escape from the manor. and it led to this; being a parent.

Naib never thought he’d find himself here. in his hands, a child. your child.

the way he cradles your daughter is downright precious. calculated movements from his time as a mercenary come to play, supporting the head with his thumb brushing over the small of her temple.

he looks downright mesmerized by her sleeping face. and hasn’t noticed you creeping into the nursery just yet.