Holding baby for the first time

Cesar comes into the throne room after me, standing with his hands on his hips and looking at our thrones. "You have been in here for quite the long time," he whispers with a little quirk of his lips.

"Well, your son is quite captivated by it. Especially your throne," I comment, stroking Wolf Claw's soft black hair.

"Tell him he cannot have my throne quite yet," Cesar chuckles. "He has much to learn from his father."

I smile at him. He says those words with such pride. "Would you like to hold him?" I ask. Cesar hasn't held our son since his birth. He turns to face me, looking down at the small child resting in my arms.

I hand Wolf Claw up to Cesar. My husband looks completely shocked at how truly tiny our child is. Such a large, muscular beast of a man holding a sweet little baby is a sight to see. A weakness is Wolf Claw to Dances With Wolves.

I walk behind him, my head coming up to the middle of his back. I kiss his scars, skirting my fingers across his hot, smooth skin. He turns hi