Chapter 61

Little Amée AmintaLeroux changed everyone's life. She was a good baby from the start. Crying only when she was hungry or wet. Even though Poppy had no experience with babies, her maternal instincts served her well. She loved Amée. Some times Poppy would just hold her and talk to her. Never baby talk though. Poppy would not allow anyone talk baby talk to her. Her motherly intuition some how knew that Aimée was intelligent. More so then most newborns. She had told Erik this, and he had agreed. Amée was truly aware.

If Poppy loved Amée, Erik loved her even more. He would sing to her, played the organ, or held her. She was a loving baby. She knew Antoinette, cooed at Meg, and flirted with everyone else. Not surprisingly though, Amée preferred her father to anyone else. She when brightened when she ether saw or heard him. Amée would coo and giggle at him until he picked her up.

Maierline visited occasionally. The first time it was to check on Poppy and the baby. She was surprised to see Poppy up and about. In all her twenty years of being a midwife, she had never seen someone so physically strong. She told Erik so.

"She didn't even scream. Only cried out at times. It is not uncommon…for ones who has had children before. This was her first. Poppy is a special woman." Maierline told Erik, as they watched Poppy feed Amée. Then place her in the cradle Erik had bought "She is strong. Stubborn too."

Erik nodded, only half listening to her. He was busy watching his wife and daughter. His heart swelled with more love then he ever thought possible. "She was up before I was. I wanted her to stay in bed rest, but she insisted on getting up."

"Amée is an exteriority baby as well. She is more aware then most newborns. She is going to be smart."

Erik knew it, as well as Poppy. But it was not until Amée was five months old that they really knew.

Maierline was curious about Amée. She would come and talk to Poppy and Erik about her. Amée was playing her cradle. Maierline was talking to Erik, telling him that the lair was not a proper place for raising a child. Erik was about to snap at her when Poppy came up to them and whispered, listen. And listen they did. Amée was tapping the tiny bells that he had hung over the cradle. It was one of the few things he remembered his mother do for him be for he had ran away. The bells were being struck in a repetitive pattern.

"Good lord," Maierline gasped, "she is no ordinary child."

"No, she isn't, "Poppy agreed, "She is Erik's daughter. She will be a genius. Like her father"

Short I know, but my muse has again left for the day. He may be back tomorrow. Amée is French for Amy and it means beloved. I thought it would be most appropriate. After the great and pleading review from Ram Jas I put the requested name as middle. Thank you. and thank you all For the lovely names. But if I added them all, Amée's name will be too long. and no I didn't play favorites. Ram Jas's review was the frist one in my inbox thatI read.