It was strange being a mother after yearning for it most of her adult life, Hermione mused as she stared down at the sleeping baby in her arms. Gwyneira’s lips puckered as she slept, dreaming of only Merlin knew what. Smiling, Hermione snuggled her infant closer, relishing in the softness of her, the simple satisfaction that she was entirely hers. Dropping her head to place a loving kiss to the baby’s blue, ridged forehead, Hermione felt a sizzle of affection through the connection she shared with Loki. Slowly, she lifted her head to find him watching her from where he was standing at the window.