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.

to the baby's plump cheeks and inflamed, tear-filled eyes, and her thoughts returned to

extended her hand, her fingertip lightly

In that moment, Quinn could

to his mouth. With his toothless little jaws, he suckled on

down to observe the little

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

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done so, the child erupted into a fresh bout of

finger once more, successfully silencing the baby as

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

a while? If you could lull him to sleep, we'd all be able to enjoy a brief respite," the nanny suggested earnestly. It

diminutive child, she was apprehensive

little Harold and handed him to Quinn, who appeared utterly uncertain about

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

to associate the little one's face with either

gently held the baby still, not daring to move, the sight of the little one's flawless face tugged at her heartstrings, stirring a dull ache