Love Unspoken

Her own offspring had never been granted the opportunity to emit its first wail.

"Quinn, have you returned?" A nanny spotted Quinn, her voice laced with warmth as she welcomed her.

Quinn's gaze shifted from the infant, acknowledging the nanny with a slight nod.

The nanny continued, "Then Alexander must have returned as well. You ought to visit Quinn more frequently. She's been in a state of despair recently, barely consuming any food or drink, and she's shed a significant amount of weight." Quinn offered no response, instead rising from the swing and making her way towards the stroller.

As she neared, the infant began to wave his tiny arms about, reaching out for something with evident excitement.

The nanny's voice held a hint of joy as she said, "Quinn, it appears little Alexander is reaching out for you."

Quinn paused, then lifted her gaze to meet the nanny's.

The nanny suggested, "Little Alexander begins to wail the moment he stirs from his slumber, and nothing seems to pacify him. Perhaps you could give it a try?"

A flicker of emotion crossed Quinn's face. She'd laid eyes on the child multiple times but had never made physical contact, never having been afforded the opportunity.

Each time she attempted to draw near, she was rebuffed by either Freya or Kaitlyn.

baby's plump cheeks and inflamed, tear-filled eyes, and her

her hand, her fingertip lightly grazing the baby's

cotton, traveled up her finger as the child's hand closed around hers. In that moment, Quinn could no longer

finger and promptly brought it to his mouth. With his

unable to resist squatting down to observe the

to fade, he maintained a firm grip on her finger. Quinn

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the child

successfully silencing the baby as he once again

"Indeed, Quinn has a magical touch. She's far more adept at this than

to enjoy a brief respite," the nanny

hesitated. Faced with such a diminutive child, she

up little Harold and handed him to Quinn, who appeared utterly

her arms. It was the first time she'd observed him so closely-a newborn life, as pure as an untouched canvas,

to associate the little

the sight of the little one's flawless face tugged at her heartstrings, stirring