"Is he always going to cry this much?" asked Samantha of her mother.
"Oh no. Eventually he'll become a little boy. But right now he's just a baby. And babies cry a lot. You did." She said, drawing her daughter closer.
Samantha wrinkled her nose. "He's ugly. And he smells."
Daisy smiled. "He's beautiful. Though he does need his nappy changed, I will agree with that. Here, take him to nanny. I need to rest."
She gently handed over her tiny son, instructing Samantha how to properly support his head. Samantha gingerly held him as close to her chest as she could, feeling his heartbeat. His eyes had been closed but as Samantha walked down the corridor to the nursery they flashed open. They were bright blue.
"Bertie." Samantha whispered. "You have to be a good baby now and not cry because Mother is tired and you need to be quiet. Nanny is going to change your stinky nappy and then I'll hold you until you fall asleep."
Bertie blinked twice and did not make a sound.