Natalie sat stiffly in a thin, wooden chair that leaned against the white walls of the small sitting room. Two other servants accompanied her, and from the looks of it, they were just as anxious as she was. Cordelia had specifically requested for them to wait for her in there because apparently she needed a "huge favor" from each of them as soon she arrived back to the mansion... Natalie knew that Cordelia was due four days ago with what seemed to be triplets, and all the servants of the house had been informed that the last child had just been born yesterday.

However, that didn't explain the reason why Cordelia so desperately needed Natalie and the two others at her side, and her head wouldn't stop spinning with the worries that dominated her thoughts. Natalie only hoped that it was nothing too serious... Perhaps it was to prepare a bath or a meal for the children? Or maybe Cordelia just needed a comfortable place to rest?

As if fate was intentionally tying to ease her congested mind, one of the male dining servants soon opened the door of the sitting room. "Cordelia's arrived," he said to them, his voice coming out breathy and rushed-as if he had ran in reams of earnest to tell them.

Natalie quickly exchanged anxious glances with the other two servants-their faces showing expressions of unpleasant excitement-before all three of them followed the male servant to the room in which Cordelia was waiting.

Upon arriving, the three girls each lined up against the wall and carefully curtsied to Cordelia who was standing before them, the triplets soundlessly asleep on the crib behind her. Once risen, Natalie couldn't help but admire in amazement at how perfect Cordelia's body still was despite laboring three kids for three days in a row, but her attention was quickly drawn away from that when she saw the tension in her tired eyes, and all the worries that Natalie had been feeling seemed to double up on her.

Clutching the skirt of her thin dress, Natalie watched as Cordelia turned around and lifted one of the infants from the crib. Her heartbeat gradually quickened with each step Cordelia took as she approached her, unsure of what to expect.

"This is Ayato," she said with a smile on her lips though her voice was hallow, "He's the oldest of the three. I need you to take care of him."

Natalie's large, brown eyes widened as the infant was placed into her arms. He felt light and delicate against her chest, and her legs trembled slightly as she secured her hold on him. She tried to argue by saying that she wasn't sure she could look after someone else's child like this, but she found herself unable to pry any words out as she stared at his innocent face.

"Leave quickly now," Cordelia said with her eyes narrowing down coldly, becoming irritated that her servant was only standing there.

Natalie nodded her head once before quickly exiting the room and heading down the long hallway. This all seemed like too much... She didn't know how to nurse such a young child, and she was worried that she wouldn't do a good job at it, either... Yet as she kept pressing his small body closer to hers, she somehow wanted nothing more than to be the one watching over him...