Lavayla sat down, turning her back to him, and retrieved the baby formula from the space vault. Finally, she was able to tend to the now-awake baby.
She twisted open the bottle cap just as a soft cry bubbled from his throat. Her voice followed, coaxing him as she brought the bottle to his lips. The moment it touched his mouth, his fussing stopped. He latched on eagerly, small sounds of satisfaction filling the cave as he drank.
Lavayla steadied the bottle with one hand and patted his leg with the other, her lips curving into a quiet smile as his body relaxed against her.
She leaned closer, amusement warming her voice. "You cute little rascal."
His round eyes stayed fixed on her face, unblinking and curious, tiny fingers flexing while his mouth worked diligently around the bottle.
A soft laugh escaped her. She pressed a kiss to his forehead, lingering for a heartbeat before murmuring, "You little, little cute thing… so chubby, so cute."
