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“Now, that little one is a horse. I’ll teach you to ride one once you’re old enough,” I said, holding my little niece.
Laelia had named her daughter after our mother, Alexia. The little girl was laughing and reaching out for the big horse, who was chewing on some hay, looking at her like he couldn’t quite figure out what to make of her. Could he eat her? Could he play with her?
Laelia had asked me to watch her since she needed to lie down a little before dinner. It seemed like she was battling quite a bit of nausea this time, but she had no doubt that this next child would be a boy. She apparently felt it, or something like that. I wasn’t sure how she could tell, but boy or girl, the child would be loved no matter what. Especially with a mother like Laelia.
“Finally bonding a
