The childâs eyes gazed at his eyes with that call. Could you even recognize your dad? The child smiled as he saw the sun was too bright.
He just didnât know why the baby was laughing. The corners of Ravenâs mouth drew up even at the strange flirty sight of his child who was without a morning sleep.
His hand, which was holding the childâs head while babbling clumsily, eventually turned cautious.
Black hairâvivid features that werenât really childlike. People had said that he looked like the Duke himself, but he didnât think so.
Raven instantly found Molitia in his childâs appearance. His soft cheeks, which seemed to be wrapped around his hands and his white skin that was just like the pear flower, were all too similar to her.
His fingers slowly swept over the childâs cheek. A smoothness as if he was touching silk had passed by his hand.
The childâs mouth pouted when he tapped against his cheek. Soon enough, just like he was trying to fill his empty hand, the child turned around and put his hand around Ravenâs finger.
He felt as if he could hear her voice faintly in his ears. Irit reminded him greatly of Molitia. The loveliness had even resembled the stiffness in the chest as well. Raven then drew upon a soft smile.
The childâs hand, which was fiddling with Ravenâs, proceeded to touch his sleeve. The childâs eyes didnât pull away from the button, making him wonder if it was interesting to see that small symbol of the Duke of Linerioâs family.
The childâs eyes had also moved as he waved the button. The figure slowly reminded him of a small animal.
It was a button that had gone far too many places. If it was within his reach, it wasnât likely the child would instantly put it in his mouth.
He reached out his hand greedily, but Raven managed to avoid it. It had almost touched. The childâs face began to writhe when he seemed to have it but just couldnât.
The child, who didnât cry amidst the morning sun, immediately burst into tears. The nanny, who was watching nervously beside him, quickly embraced the child, but he didnât even think of stopping his cries easily.
How comfortable it must have been. Eventually, the child stopped crying after holding a toy that was similar to a button in his hand. The child smiled happily even though his eyes were still red with his tears of greed.
Who did he look like? As he chuckled in vain, Raven hugged Irit again. Whenever the child cried loudly, the child would smile again at his fatherâs little pats.
The weight hanging on the shoulder while babbling away with his tiny lips had been too small. Sometimes, it was so soft that he thought he might just crush the baby with his hands.
Whenever he felt the warmth tinged in his heart, it was simply amazing. To have steadily grown day by day, seemed to be the perfect words for the child.
When the butler informed him of the time, he walked with the child in his arms. Whenever the child shook stably, the childâs messy hair would whiff of milk.
The place where he opened the door and entered was a room with warm sunlight. Under the strong sunshine, the child slowly dug into Ravenâs arms.
He patted the childâs head and continued taking a step forward. He bowed his head as he carefully rolled up the veil over the bed.
The eyelids, which had been tightly closed with such sweetness, trembled. A pair of purple eyes that had been as beautiful as a child eventually revealed themselves to the world.
Irit, who recognized her mother, instantly burst into laughter. When he struggled and began reaching for his mother, Molitia quickly held him.
âDid you sleep well, Irit?â
Her white hand slowly brushed against his red cheeks. Her folded eyes gently wrapped into a soft arch.
Looking at Molitia, who had skilfully held her child, Raven reached out and patted her cheeks instead.
Molitia tilted her head as if she was leaning against his hand. Then, her eyes turned naturally towards him.
Although there were several difficulties after giving birth, Molitia had miraculously survived. With all that desire to live, she endured the pain in its entirety.
Molitia gave a faint smile as she felt sorry for her cheek had become hollowed for quite a long time. She couldnât control her body yet, but she would definitely overcome it as she had just done so before.
It had been a life that was predicted of death for every single day since she was young. She had been closer to death than anyone else, but she was ultimately different now.
He was always there when she opened her eyes and she was already with his child, Irit. She was absolutely thankful for a life where she could completely live for another day.
Every morning, when Molitia opened her eyes, he would say that. And Molitia would smile affectionately.
Note: This is the last chapter of the main story. There is only thee epilogue and extra chapter remaining.