You, Me And A Baby Makes Three

[Varro]

Varro was unsure if it was because he was simply a light sleeper, or if the stresses of his debts were foremost on his mind. What he did know was that hearing the faintest of sounds stirred him. It wasn't quite a cry, but it was a small whimper that immediately prompted him from bed. Slowly. Carefully, so not to wake his sleeping wife. He made his way over to the small crib for him and reached down to scoop up Janus his arms. He truly was his father's son. The bright blue eyes and small curls that were starting to erupt from his head. Varro had always hoped to hold so much coin in his hand yet with a baby in his arms, he felt to be the wealthiest man in all the world.

He glanced at Aurelia, a smile forming on his lips as he quietly stepped out of the room. Their house was small, only consisting of a single bedroom, a living area, a tiny place for cooking and a table with some chairs for food. He sat on the wooden sofa, made comfortable with a couple pillows, and gently rocked Janus in his arms. "Let us not wake your mother," he said in a quiet voice, glancing down with the utmost pride in his baby boy. "Though I suppose if it is food you require, choice may be stripped of us," he said with a smile, leaning down to kiss his son's cheek.

Tag: Aurelia