Nefretiri
"Nearly eight pounds and twenty-one inches long," Sandy put Casey back in my arms, my son grunting as if to declare his annoyance that he'd been taken in the first place. "He's full term and perfectly healthy."
In my eyes, Casey was perfect, but the reality of our situation meant I had to think beyond my emotions.
That meant handing him back to Peter so they could examine him properly. It grated on my last nerves, and I had to force Kali to calm down, but I wasn't the only one annoyed and distressed. Casey didn't like being poked and prodded and didn't appreciate the attention he was getting. However, now that he was back in my arms, he seemed content, blinking and trying to figure out his hands. I wish we could stay like this, but it's not possible.
Casey's impatience wasn't mirrored by his brother and sister.
