Chapter 63 63: A Baby?

Beatrix fled from my thoughts after I saw Alexander in the most unlikely situation. I have no idea whether to be amused, bewildered, or shocked. My eyes went so wide that an apple could nearly fit inside. My mouth parted so wide that I'm afraid my uvula could be seen sticking out. I told myself I lost my mind, perhaps this might be the proof I did.

If not then why would I see Alexander Crawford holding a wailing infant into his arms with an expression a mixture of fear, anxiety, and dread. If the situation were not so grave, I swore I already fell into fits of hysterical laughter watching the alarm dancing on his handsome face. He looked far from a man who was feared by his enemies.

Gathered around him sharing his demise were eight of his children, some pacing back and forth while others remained by his side with a somber expression mirroring their patriarch's somber mood. Bloody hell! Was I dreaming because as far as I'm concerned this scene wouldn't possibly happen unless I'm into a deep state of slumber.

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