Later that morning, after much rest, Hermione was woken by a screaming baby. Her screaming baby. With a groan as she readjusted herself on the hospital bed, she held out her arms as Loki surged forward. Within moments, Gwyneira was happily feeding at her breast as she watched on in contentment. Loki stood close by, his brow furrowed as he observed the action. Looking away from her daughter, Hermione met his gaze and they shared a private smile. There were so many things she wanted to say to him, especially now that they had this bundle of joy between them, but she didn’t know how. It seemed it would have to wait anyways, as not long after Gwyneira finished feeding, there was a knock at the door.