It had been a week since the small little pup was born. The red tones in her skin had died down and the blood had been cleaned off of her. Now she had resembled an actual baby. A rather small, somewhat Harry baby, but a baby nonetheless. She had a beautiful set of golden eyes that would have been mistaken for topazes. Her skin had the look and feel of a pale peach.
Her parents were concerned about her overheating rather than getting cold. Beautiful chocolate locks sprouted from her head, arms, and legs. Everything about her screamed that she was related to her father and Ryder absolutely adored it. She adored her daughter and couldn't bear to have the little pup out of her arms, unless of course Bigby was holding her. Then she could step back and fall in love with the scene in front of her. Her husband gently cradled the small baby in his arms while they laid down on the couch.
She would let out a small yawn or sneeze and Ryder would see him melt. The little pup would grab onto his face and cuddle him until she fell asleep or got bored and played with his hair. She was healthy, happy, and so full of joy she almost beamed with it. She was the light of the house and Ryder and Bigby would be damned if they would let anything happen to her.
