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.

fell to the baby's plump cheeks and inflamed, tear-filled eyes,

hand, her

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

promptly brought it to his mouth. With his toothless little jaws,

unable to resist squatting down to

he maintained a firm grip on her finger. Quinn hadn't cleansed her hands, which meant she

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so, the child erupted into a fresh bout

alternative, Quinn offered her finger once more, successfully silencing the baby as he

a magical touch. She's far

a while? If you could lull him to sleep, 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 them, and they were eager to delegate the

diminutive child, she was apprehensive about

the nanny scooped up little Harold and handed him to Quinn, who appeared utterly uncertain about

a moment's hesitation, Quinn carefully cradled the child in her arms. It was the first time she'd observed him so closely-a newborn life,

impossible to associate the little one's face with

not daring to move, the sight of the