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.

inflamed, tear-filled eyes, and her thoughts returned to

her hand, her fingertip lightly grazing the baby's

traveled up her finger as the child's hand closed around hers. In that moment, Quinn could no longer suppress the cracks in her heart. They splintered further,

With his

unable to resist squatting down to observe

grip on her finger. Quinn hadn't cleansed her hands, which

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as she had done so, the child erupted into a fresh bout of

no alternative, Quinn offered her finger once more, successfully silencing the baby as he once again drew it

Quinn has a magical touch. She's far more adept at this than any of

we'd all be able to enjoy a brief respite," the nanny suggested earnestly. It was evident that the past few days had taken a toll on

hesitated. Faced with such a diminutive child, she

without further delay, the nanny scooped up little Harold and handed him to Quinn, who appeared utterly uncertain

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

impossible to associate the little one's face

baby still, not daring to move, the sight of the little one's flawless face tugged at her