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Daisy took a deep breath as she settled back onto a bench. Lovely as this whole fair was, she was tired. It had been barely a week since Estrella’s birth, and that left Daisy both tired in her own right and a little on edge about having her baby around people so soon. The healers had promised that as long as she used her judgment about letting too many people handle Estrella.
In the pram, Estrella fussed a bit, and Daisy looked around to see how closely she was being watched. It seemed fairly clear, so she got everything settled into position, including her cover up on her shoulder ready to pull down as soon as she had Estrella situated. “Hungry, baby girl?” she cooed as she picked Estrella up.
Except this was one of those moments where things were easier said than done. The wind was making it difficult to keep her cover where she wanted it, ready to lower one-handed once Estrella was positioned. And also she was still fussing a bit and should have been ready to eat, she wasn’t latching. Daisy tried to remember what the mediwitch had told her to help with that, but in her distraction, she wasn’t ready for a wind gust that tore her cover right off her shoulder.
“Shit,” she swore softly, looking after it. Naturally that was the moment Estrella was finally ready to latch, and Daisy jostled her. Wonderful. She’d told Walden she was fine if he checked out a few things without her and reported back, but now suddenly she was wishing she’d never told him to go.
She heard someone clear their throat, and Daisy jerked her head up, willing herself not to be ashamed of the fact that she was currently uncovered. “Can I help you?” she asked, trying not to sound as huffy as she felt.
