“It’s a girl, cara,” Blake said in what sounded like a strangled voice.
Harry couldn’t believe his own ears. Blake, his mentor, his teacher, his trainer, and future sire, seemed in awe of his own daughter, so much in fact that he looked lost.
He was about to hand her over to Maria when his sister rasped in a pleading voice, “I can’t see her yet… Blake, blood please.”
Maria, who had suffered great blood loss, was indeed very pale.
Still, wasn’t it odd that Maria would choose to have blood first? But then Harry figured she must have been afraid of hurting her newborn daughter.
“Yes, cara.” Blake nodded, recovering his usual demeanor immediately.
While holding his daughter, choosing not to trust anyone with her, he began to lean in… and then he thought better of it, and just sliced
