Two birds with a stone
As soon as we reach the room, I run to the cradle and check on my daughter. She's awake and fine.
Kate is next to her, and the two are staring at each other in silence. I would find it creepy if I wasn't used to it.
«Has anything happened to her?» I ask Kate, and both the girls turn to me.
One shakes her head and takes a step back, while the other shouts with her high-pitched tone and tries a horrible smile.
«You've recognised your mother, haven't you?» I chuckle as my heart is filled with warmth.
I thought she would reserve her joy for Alexander since she's always so happy when he takes her in his arms. She likes to talk to him.
Yet, there seems to be some space left for me in her little heart.
I pick her up, unable to stop laughing. Lavinia seems hypnotised by the sound, and she moves her eyes to me and snuggles closer when she senses my warmth. Her little hands cup my breast by instinct, and she closes her eyes to rest.