Selene's fair skin looked pale on the best of days, but when Nikolai glanced at her sleeping face, he couldn't help but reach out in worry.
"Honey, you've fought hard."
The small incubator hummed with a gentle hiss as his son lay quietly inside. At first, he worried, shouting at the doctor for putting his child inside a box, even though he understood it was just protocol because of his bloodline.
Nikolai smeared medicine on her cracked lips with a faint smile, waiting for her to recover. His parents came earlier, with Selene's mother, to offer congratulations. But again, Sasha kept everyone outside and only Selene, Nikolai and those who completely sterilised themselves in a special machine first could come close to the baby.
He slowly and meticulously cared for Selene, wiping and cleaning her face and bloody fingers, cut from the twisted metal on the bed.
"What a troublesome little wife you are." He mused while dragging his chair beside the small incubator and closed his eyes.
