Hephaestus was feeding the little one, he did not know what to call her because so far her mother had not woken up, so he had no idea what name he would give her, he called her baby or girl, Evan at his side did not stop watching how he was feeding her, with an expression of joy.

″It's my baby,″ the boy murmured in a possessive tone, kissing the girl's forehead, who was eating with great appetite.

It was impressive how in one week the little burusa in her arms gained more than a kilo, however, she was very restless, it was hard for her to sleep if she didn't put Evan next to her, it was as if she liked to feel tight. She finished feeding her, she took out the gas, and then the baby burped twice, and a moment later she started to cry.

″Why are you crying, little one? Don't tell me you're still hungry? Oh, my God! You're definitely eating more than remorseful,″ he said, pouring her another bottle.

When he was concentrating on feeding her for the second time, he heard a murmur coming fr