Fifty Eight

Dora

Three months after Olivia escaped with the other twin, I got accustomed to the routine of taking care of baby Vlad.

Thankfully the boy was a healthy, peaceful baby who only fussed when he was hungry or his diaper was full.

Lifting him off the changing table, I put a generous amount of baby powder in his butt, changed his diaper, and wrapped him in a plush blanket.

His huge eyes locked on the spinning animals above him. I kissed his forehead before mixing his powdered formula, scooping it, and shaking it in his bottle.

I lowered myself to the wooden recliner and the baby's eagerness made me laugh as he reached for my hand. He took one greedy sip, looking at me expectantly. The glow in his eyes reminded me of Olivia.

You’re so adorable.” I smiled, patting his cheek and cooing at his childish antics. "I'm never going to leave your side."

After he fed, I burped him, waiting for him to fall asleep. His eyes were drooping shut when King Vladislav walked in, holding a new se