Valerie.
I hurriedly walked out of the bathroom as I heard Draco drying. I wrapped my large towel around my body and walked over to his crib.
"Oh, don't cry Draco. Mummy's here," I pouted and reached into the crib.
He had been crying all day. Crying since yesterday. Mainly because he's hungry, I think.
I can't produce breatmilk because I died already when Lena snapped my neck.
If I hadn't been pregnant before my first death, I would have never been able to give birth to a child.
I can't feed him breast milk and strangely, he's been vomiting all the supernatural baby food being given to him.
What do Tribrid babies eat. Uuuurghh.
I bent down and picked him up from the crib, trying to pacify him and make him stop crying. I looked at the door of the room as it oopened
