CHAPTER 45

Alaric giggled as I tickled his side. He was such a happy baby. He hardly ever cried and always had a smile on his face. Eleanor was very excited to see him each day and I was starting to think she liked him more than I did. After going through the side list of names in the book Hermes brought over, I settled on Alaric. It meant powerful. And it perfectly suited him, somehow, I believed he would become an image of his name. Eleanor liked the name too. She liked everything that had to do with Alaric. He grabbed a fistful of my hair, taking it into his mouth but I quickly stopped him, his green eyes sparkling with mischief.

He tried again but I stopped him, balancing him on my legs and quickly tying my hair to the back where he couldn't reach it. With the hair out of the way, he found something else to try to stuff into his mouth. With each day that passed, I felt so much better and happier. Alaric was like a ray of light that came into my life, brightening up the darkness that had fil