Project Motherhood: Parasoul

Chapter 2

A few hours later, the young princess awoke, feeling the small weight in her arms. She smiled softly and kissed his head as she realized the role she'd taken on. She wouldn't spring anything on him just yet... But if he ever asked to call her his mother, she wonuld't refuse. As she closed her eyes, he subconsciously spoke once more. "Love you... miss Parasoul..."

His voice was so precious, his tiny body so cuddly and crying out for love. Parasoul felt like this wasn't a boy, but she had somehow found a baby angel. An angel who fell from the clouds and landed in her lap, and she was beyond happy to have found him.

"I may have only had Harry for a day, but should anything happen to him, I would kill everyone in the room who hurt him." She thought with a grin, rubbing the boy's back.

She smiled and whispered softly to him as she began to drift away once more, "I love you too, Harry." That night, as he listened to her heartbeat, Harry was not troubled by the nightmares that had plagued him for so long. For once, he fell into a dreamless slumber as his body was finally given a chance to properly rest.

The next morning, Parasoul awakened with all the dignity a royal position would entail, meaning little if any She took a few moments to note the little extra weight in her arms, and she looked down to see Harry sleeping in her arms, cutely sucking his thumb.

Reclining against her, pillows she was content to let him sleep a while longer and run her fingers through his hair. She carefully adjusted the blanket wrapped around him and smiled at the tranquility of the morning. Unfortunately the moment was broken as her sister poked her head in the room with a grin on her face.

"Hey, how's he- AWW!" She began and softly screamed the second part of her question when she saw the sleeping boy. "He's so precious!"

"Umbrella! Don't wake him up!" Parasoul hissed back. Unfortunately, it was too late as Harry began squirming around in her arms. "No... don't wake up yet... you look so cute when you sleep!"

"W..whami?" Harry mumbled. "Nedtaclean...neetamakfood..."

Parasoul exhaled through her nostrils, silently cursing her sister for always being the early bird. Most all of her mornings were the only times of the day where she lost any and all dignity aside from the occasional blunder.

She shushed Harry gently and rocked him in her arms to soothe him, lulling him back to sleep. Parasoul brought a finger to her lips to silence her sister before gesturing towards Harry combined with a look that got her message across without a single word. 'Harry is still sleeping, so please keep it down.' Umbrella smiled sheepishly before carefully closing the door behind her and sneaking over to the bed, she wanted to be there when Harry woke up for the first time in his new home!

The two sisters watched over the sleeping Harry for several minutes, just watching him at peace and happy. Aside from the occasional shift in Parasoul's arms, he scarcely moved, content to just sleep. "He seems happy." The younger sister noted. "Can't blame him though. He's got the best pillows in the castle!" Parasoul blinked before noticing Harry was resting his head on her breasts.

Parasoul blinked, then gave her sister a 'seriously?' look but said nothing. Umbrella giggled at her sisters' annoyance. Knowing she wasn't going to be able to say anything that would stop her sister from continuing with her happy morning routine, Parasoul settled for heading towards a living room to await breakfast with her new charge.

Seating herself on a couch, she sighed, looking down at the still sleeping boy and grinned. Seeing him sleep was so... therapeutic in an odd way, and she couldn't explain why.

Umbrella approached them with a pout. "Siiiis, it was only a joke..."

She lightly flicked Umbrella on the forehead and rolled her eyes, "Please keep such comments to a minimum around Harry." Umbrella pouted as she rubbed her forehead but she could understand what her sister was getting at. Let Harry have some form of childhood innocence, but still they'll have their work cut out for them with his upbringing before them.