"Ohh, Zeta Darkstone? Sounds nice!" Harren smiled at her naming sense as it sounded great.
"Yeah..."
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A week had passed since Zeta's birth.
And in that time, Harren had hired a maid to take care of everything related to her son—be it babysitting, cleaning, changing... even the simple matter of holding her son had been taken away from her.
At first, she protested, she argued back... even cried; however, Harren remained stubborn about the fact that a woman who just gave birth should rest for some time before handling everything else related to the child she gave birth to.
And so...
She was separated from her son against her will.
...
Each day, she would lay alone on that wide, cold bed where she could only close her eyes and imagine.
Imagine what it would be like to watch him smile.
The way his tiny hand would feel being curled around her fingers.
What it would feel like to hold his tiny body against her chest.
What it would feel like to feel the warmth that she had tasted only for a moment back when she gave birth to him.
...
And just like that, the week passed with her feeling angry, frustrated, and longing...
However, right on the second day after a week passed, she had enough of this bullshit.
And today, she would do whatever it takes to take her son back.
Clutching the hem of her dress tightly, she made her way toward her son—who was in a separate room with the maid.
Her steps quickened, her breathing getting a bit ragged.
And finally, after a moment of walking, she finally reached that room where her son was. It was a modest room that served as the central resting place for their family—a fireplace sat at the end corner, woven rugs on the stone floor, and thick oak chairs could be seen laying around in the room.
And in that room—she saw the maid... and her son.
The maid was cradling her son in her arms, gently moving him around.
The maid was a young woman in her early twenties, with flowing black hair tied behind her back. She had large boobs, barely contained by the maid dress. She also had wide hips that swayed with each movement, her ass jiggling with every step she took.
A woman far too youthful and beautiful in her own rights.
Seeing all of this, Valerina's eyes narrowed slightly.
A sharp heat burned in her chest before she entered the room.
Seeing her walk into the room, the maid was surprised as she glanced at her, her eyes having a flicker of resistance as she knew the reason for Valerina coming in here.
"I'll take him!" Valerina demanded, her tone sharp with a hint of desperation in it.
Hearing her say what she had thought to be the case, the maid blinked twice.
"U-um... M-my lady... Master Harren said—" but Valerina didn't let her finish as she sharply replied.
"I said," she walked forward, "Give me my son!!"
That flicker of resistance that the maid had before turned into hesitation as she tightly held Zeta.
But then, she remembered—she was just a servant, and the one who was demanding this was his birth mother.
And that moment of realization made her give Zeta to Valerina, who happily took her son while glancing at him with the face of an overjoyed mother.
Her heart started racing when her son's warm body pressed against her own.
She gently squeezed him against her chest, closing her eyes for half a second just to memorize the feeling of holding her son, his warmth, his scent, and his weight.
"I'll never..."
"I'll never hand you over to anyone else ever again!" Valerina vowed in her thoughts.
However, just when she was about to take her son back to her room—Harren arrived and spoke.
"Valerina?" he spoke, his tone laced with confusion.
Of course... He has to show up like a pest.
Valerina thought, her eyes having a flicker of annoyance and frustration as he was the reason for her suffering.
Holding her son, she opened her eyes calmly and slowly, before looking into Harren's eyes, who had just entered the room.
Harren looked at the two women awkwardly before speaking, "What's going on?"
"I'll be taking care of my son from now on," Valerina said, her tone sharp and firm.
Hearing her, Harren scratched the back of his head while sighing, "But... you know you need to—"
"I don't want to live in the same room as you anymore," she sharply replied before he could finish his words, making his back straighten, his eyes widen, and his body stiffen.
"I'll be moving to the empty guest room. From now on, Zeta and I will live there," she said, her tone sharp and firm as if nothing could change her mind.
"Ehh... but Valer—" he tried to retort; however, he couldn't finish his words as Valerina had already walked past him.
Standing awkwardly, Harren shook his head, accepting it as he couldn't do anything about it—he also knew that it was his fault this turned out this way after blocking her way to just babysit her precious son.
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For the next hour, Valerina worked feverishly, moving the bed from the storage room, mattress, and everything she had from her former room. She shifted everything to the guest room, making it clear that she wasn't joking around—she was serious.
And after all that, she entered her new room, where Zeta was sitting on the bed, his small head tilting with curiosity, which made her heart full.
"Zeta, it's time for your milk~" she said in an affection-filled tone, before she sat on the bed and took him in her arms.
She then proceeded to remove her upper clothes and offered her equally large boobs to him. She then guided his tiny mouth gently.
As he latched on, a soft gasp escaped her lips—however, it wasn't from pain but rather from the overwhelming, tingling warmth that assaulted her the moment he latched on.
She softly pressed her hands against her mouth to make sure not to make any sound, her cheeks burning crimson.
'God... What's wrong with me!!'
'He's my son, for God's sake!' she thought desperately.
However, just then, Zeta mistakenly bit her nipple.
"Ahhh~" A sharp, shameless moan escaped her mouth before she could stop it.