Freya's p.o.v

"Oh, my God. He's gets even more beautiful by the day," I said as Erik cooed in my arms. "Look at those eyes, just like Mark's."

"Nah, he's got my eyes." Juliana retorted.

I chuckled lightly, settling on the lounger by the pool. "Jealous much, ah?"

"No, hun. I'm just being factual. He looks like me than his father."

I giggled at Juliana's point of view. "You wish."

Soon, Erik dozed off in my arms and his mother retrieved him from me, carrying him back to his cradle inside.

"What a relief. Thank you for that, Freya. He hardly sleeps at noon, not even with the patting and...