The time to feed the baby came and a nurse delivered him to us. She gently transferred the small being in my arms while asking if I already knew how to breastfeed.
I looked at the child that I am carrying. There is no need for further scientific confirmation on who is the child's father. With those eyes and hair the same shade of Caspian's own, his genes are undeniable. It feels like looking into an infant version of Caspian.
"Ma'am, do you need some assistance?"
"It's okay. I can do it." I searched various videos about parenting as a pastime during the previous months. Especially on how to take care of a newborn.
I glanced at Caspian, who's standing at the side of the bed. He stepped and gave way to the nurse earlier and is now looking curiously on us.
Is he going to stay there?
