It was nearly dawn when Duchess Matilda awoke. As she rolled over she realized she hadn’t fed the baby once during the night. Could she be sleeping through the night already at two weeks? She truly was an angel.
She slid out of bed and tiptoed over to the cradle. The wee dear was still sleeping. Well, she must be starving nonetheless. She would just take her back into bed and nurse her there, where it was warm.
“Jupiter, I slept like the dead,” Alred said as he got up. “I never even heard the baby cry.”
“She never did, that’s how much she loves her father,” Matilda said as she picked up the infant.
Alred froze as he was opening the clothes chest. His heart began to pound, and he tensed, waiting.
“Alred!” Matilda cried, her voice quavering, “something’s wrong with the baby! She’s cold!”
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Oh no! Please let her live!