COTE x TBATE | A Masterpiece

Interlude - Alice Leywin

Adorable.

The only word I could think of every time I see my little angel. The mere sight of my newborn boy, Arthur, was so ambrosial that it made my heart brim with an unprecedented amount of love and adoration.

My life before was eventful. Every day was a new adventure. A life full of uncertainties yet so enjoyable. All because of the love of my life- Reynolds, and our adventuring party, Twin Horns.

Those days were pretty fun. And for a moment I thought I'd miss these days when me and Reynolds decided to stop adventuring and settle in Ashber.

But all of those worries vanished when I became pregnant with my first child. Like my whole world has changed. My thinking became clouded as all I ever cared and thought about was my unborn kid. 

My vision became tunneled when the long-awaited arrival finally bore fruit and I finally birthed the little boy. 

His birth wasn't short of complications. Both me and the maester couldn't find any trace of life just before the delivery. It was complicated and I couldn't help but just cry my heart out at the potential death of my first child before even coming to this world. 

But when all hope was lost, it was like the baby was granted a new life, as I felt the little life, twisting and changing sides inside me. Tiny arms wailing all around in my inflated belly, struggling to come out. 

A warm feeling spread through my chest as I felt him move inside me. 

(A/n ISTG if Grey Vritra is reading it, do not comment. I know what you're thinking, Grey.)

The process was painful. Like multiple bones breaking, all at once. The pain was immeasurable, but the responsibility outweighed everything, as I pushed it... struggling to get it out of me. 

My gaze remained plastered on the modest roof, sweat clinging onto my whole body. 

"Congratulations Mr. and Mrs. Leywin. It's a healthy boy."

Those were the words that changed my life forever. 

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Arthur had to be the most adorable baby, and I'm not saying this because I'm a doting mother.

No.

Him and his scruffy little patch of glowing auburn hair and playful eyes, that almost radiate blue light while his gaze, at times, seemed almost... intelligent, astute. 

His eyes almost seemed to be like assessing everything. Evaluating it. Maybe my boy is one-in-a-lifetime genius.

No no, I told you, I'm not a doting mother. I plan to be a strict and just mother. I can't rely on my husband to teach little Art any common sense. For God's sake, he tried to teach my baby how to fight when he could barely crawl.

Although I wonder if its normal that babies could start crawling so fast. From what I've heard and seen, babies start crawling at the age of 6-12 months. However, little Art accomplished it too early. It was like he knew how to do everything. 

But I know this little rascal would never turn out like his father even if I left him be. He seemed too mature for his age. Forget his age, he seems more mature than Reynolds! His intelligent eyes observing me every time I feed him, scrutinizing me while I am in the kitchen- cooking food. Seeing Reynolds practice in the lawn.  

As soon as he started crawling, I was so proud I was on the verge of shedding tears, but I didn't know how much of a handful he'd be as soon as he became mobile.

I swear, there's not a single moment where I can take my eyes off of him before he crawls into the study room. How weird. We made sure to buy him lots of stuffed animals and wooden toys to play with, but he always ends up going to the study room. THAT, at least was directly opposite of his father, seeing how Reynolds almost gravitates away from texts longer than the weekly newspaper.