NovelEnglishI woke on the bed with Evan still beside me. Our son was nestled in the covers between us. I looked down to find the Little one sucking loudly on Evan’s smallest finger.
“He started to make Loud sounds,” Evan said, “and I put my hand near his mouth. Now he is happy.”
“That will work for a bit,” I assured him, “but if the child is hungry, he must eat.”
I sat up and picked up my wide eyed baby. He was absolutely voracious when he found the nipple again. He had been practicing on Evan’s finger for quite a while it seemed.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“Do you know his name?” Evan asked suddenly. “You have not told us this one’s nyet. I wish him to have a name.” Evan’s eyes bore intoas he watched our son feed.
“Well,” I said hoping this decision would not offend his Brothers, “do you have a nyou would Like to call him? Is there a nyou’ve heard that you Like?”
Evan looked confused.
“I wish to call him by his name, not the nof another. What is his name?”
I smiled at Evan and remembered how new this was to them. The nwould be mine to choose.
On Earth I’d helped my cousin pick out baby names. We’d gone through books and books of names for her child. One had always reached out to me.
“His name,” I said with authority, “is Jonathan.”
Evan repeated the nseveral times as he grinned down at our boy.
A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y
“Jonathan,” he said still smiling.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmIt didn’t seem anything could take the happy Look off his face.
The rest of the family cin and sat on the bed around us.
“He is Jonathan,” Evan informed his Brothers proudly.
We washed little Jonathan the sway we had washed Kennedy.
I was fascinated by the light markings on the baby’s skin. Unlike the men, who wore their stripes all the time, Jonathan’s only appeared when he becupset. Now as we bathed and he was relaxed in the warm water, they were invisible and he was as pale as me.
Evan held Jonathan as his Brothers cleaned his baby’s body thoroughly. They handled him so carefully, but Evan was still protective. He demanded Kein be the one to clean his hair.
“It is matted and stuck together. You have the best hands, Brother. Clean it without causing him pain,” Evan instructed Kein solemnly.
After our bath our baby was diapered in an absorbent towel. He was then dressed in an outfit that Nu- reeh had sent for him. It was Like a bag with arms. The men toldonce he started to move around small pants would be brought for him. For now, this was warmer and safer.
“This leather,” I said touching the smooth brown of the outfit, “it feels like…”
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