#Postpartum Essentials

[midwestmattiemae]

Postpartum/Newborn Essentials

Hello, friends! It’s been ages (as always) since I’ve written, but it’s all been for a good reason! I had a baby!!! My husband and I welcomed a beautiful baby girl to the world in late October. We’ve been soaking it all up and have been enjoying this season of life immensely. And though I am not a seasoned mom by any stretch of the imagination… I wanted to provide some insight as to what may…

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Nurturing Convenience: Breast Milk Storage Products Market Report

The global breast milk storage products market size is expected to reach USD 834.06 million by 2030, according to a new report by Grand View Research, Inc., expanding at a CAGR of 8.28% from 2022 to 2030. The expansion of the market for breast milk storage products can be attributed to growing public knowledge of the advantages of breast milk. Various governments around the world urge moms to breastfeed their children until they are 6 months old. A number of industry participants, including Medela LLC, Laura & Co., and Ameda, and universities, such as Washington University and Fudan University, are educating women about breastfeeding and its advantages by organizing workshops and offering educational periodicals. This is, in turn, impelling the market growth.

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Globally expanding milk banks are predicted to significantly increase the demand for breast milk storage products including bottles and bags. For instance, Germany has roughly 18 breastmilk banks that can aid premature children by giving them donor milk. In order to assist clinical institutions in Germany, Austria, and Switzerland with the establishment and management of human milk banks on a national scale, the European Foundation for Care of Newborn Infants (EFCNI) has also launched an international project. This is expected to increase the milk donation, thereby impelling the need for breast milk storage products.

Furthermore, it is anticipated that increasing awareness and a number of government measures to normalize the use of breast milk will benefit the market growth. For instance, a congresswoman introduced a bipartisan bill in August 2022 to safeguard parents who are traveling with breast milk. The Transportation Security Administration (TSA) is now required to clarify and regulate updates on handling breast milk and infant formula. This law will make it possible for parents to transport breast milk as well as other infant formula while feeling safe and at ease. This could result in driving the demand for breast milk bottles and bags.

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Postpartum Clothing Essentials: Your Guide to Stylish and Comfortable Post-Pregnancy Outfits

Welcoming your baby into the world is an incredible experience, but it also comes with physical and emotional adjustments. One of the challenges many new mothers face is finding clothing that balances comfort, style, and practicality during the postpartum period. At The Inarra, we understand the importance of feeling confident and comfortable, which is why we've curated a list of postpartum clothing essentials to help you transition smoothly from pregnancy to motherhood.

1. Nursing-Friendly Tops

Breastfeeding can be a frequent and unpredictable task during the early postpartum months. Nursing-friendly tops are an absolute must-have for any new mom. Look for options that provide easy access for feeding while ensuring you remain comfortable throughout the day. Soft fabrics and stretchy materials are key in helping you stay at ease.

2. Supportive Leggings

Your body goes through significant changes post-pregnancy, and finding post-pregnancy outfits that offer support while still being stylish can make a world of difference. High-waisted, supportive leggings not only provide comfort but also give you a flattering fit as your body heals and recovers. Whether you’re lounging at home or stepping out for a walk, leggings are a versatile essential.

3. Wrap Dresses

Wrap dresses are the perfect blend of convenience and elegance. Their adjustable fit makes them ideal for fluctuating body sizes during the postpartum phase, while also being nursing-friendly. Available in a range of prints and colors, they can easily transition from casual daywear to a more polished look for outings or special occasions.

4. Comfortable Loungewear

Your time at home during the early weeks will mostly be spent bonding with your newborn, which makes comfortable loungewear an essential part of your wardrobe. Opt for loose-fitting, breathable fabrics that are soft against your skin, keeping you cozy during those long feeding sessions or much-needed naps.

5. Postpartum Belly Bands

Many new moms prefer a little extra support around their midsection during the postpartum recovery phase. A belly band or support garment can help you feel more secure as your body gradually returns to its pre-pregnancy shape. Paired with postpartum clothing essentials, these bands can be worn discreetly under your outfits to offer additional comfort.

6. Maxi Dresses

Maxi dresses are another versatile option for post-pregnancy outfits. Their loose, flowy silhouette provides comfort while still offering a flattering fit, perfect for any occasion. Pair a maxi dress with sandals or sneakers for a laid-back yet stylish look, whether you’re at home or out running errands.

7. Soft, Stretchy Bras

During the postpartum period, your body’s changing needs make soft, stretchy bras a top priority. Nursing bras with adjustable straps and easy-access features will help you breastfeed comfortably while ensuring you have the support you need. Look for breathable fabrics that are gentle on sensitive skin.

Conclusion

Dressing for the postpartum period doesn’t mean compromising on style. With the right postpartum clothing essentials and post-pregnancy outfits, you can look and feel your best while embracing the joys and challenges of motherhood. At The Inarra, we’re dedicated to providing you with high-quality, comfortable, and fashionable clothing that supports you during this important phase of life.

Ready to refresh your wardrobe? Explore our collection of postpartum clothing today at https://theinarra.com/.

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Understanding the Postpartum Period: Essential Care After Childbirth

The postpartum period, often called the “fourth trimester,” is the first six weeks after childbirth when new mothers experience significant physical and emotional changes. Essential postpartum care includes managing physical recovery, addressing emotional health, supporting breastfeeding, and attending follow-up medical check-ups. Prioritizing self-care and seeking support helps ensure a smoother transition into motherhood and overall well-being.

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Autism Warrior Mom: Celebrating the Unsung Heroes of the Autism Community

The term "Autism Warrior Mom" can be a double-edged sword. While it captures the fierce love and dedication many mothers have for their autistic children, it can also imply that autism needs to be "fought" or "conquered." Here's a revised description that focuses on empowerment and support:

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Empowering Moms on the Autism Journey: The Autism Champion Tee

This inspiring tee celebrates the incredible strength and resilience of mothers raising autistic children. It's more than just a shirt; it's a symbol of the unwavering love and dedication that defines an "Autism Champion."

Beyond the Label: Embracing the Journey

Being a mom of an autistic child is a unique and rewarding experience. Autism Champion moms navigate a world filled with challenges and triumphs. They become advocates, educators, and therapists, all while showering their children with unconditional love.

Celebrating Neurodiversity: Every Champion is Different

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Just like their autistic children, Autism Champion moms come in all shapes and sizes! This shirt is a way to celebrate their individuality and the diverse journeys they navigate.

Sensory-Friendly Comfort (Optional):

If the product is sensory-friendly, you can mention the specific materials used for comfort.

This Autism Champion tee is a great gift for:

Moms raising autistic children

Anyone who wants to celebrate the strength of autism moms

A reminder to show appreciation for the mothers who champion their children with autism

Let's empower and support the amazing moms who make a difference!

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The vibrant colors used with the autism puzzle piece hold a variety of meanings, though there's no single, official color code. Here's a breakdown of some common associations:

Blue: The most prominent color, often linked to calmness, support, and autism awareness itself.

Yellow: Represents positivity, optimism, and the bright potential of autistic individuals.

Red: Symbolizes energy, passion, and advocacy for the autistic community.

Many autism awareness products incorporate a rainbow spectrum to represent the vast diversity of the autism experience. It's important to consider that the autism community itself is diverse, and some may prefer different colors or reject the puzzle piece symbol entirely.

Choosing the perfect gift for a new mom can be tricky, but it's always a thoughtful gesture to show your support during this special time. Here are some ideas to consider, categorized to suit different needs and preferences:

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For the Pampered Mom: A luxurious spa day package, comfy pajamas or robe, or a gift basket filled with bath bombs, aromatherapy candles, and indulgent treats. For the Busy Mom: A meal delivery service subscription, a housecleaning voucher, or a gadget that simplifies their life, like a baby monitor or a diaper genie. For the Sentimental Mom: A personalized baby book, a framed photo of mom and baby, or a piece of jewelry with the baby's birthstone. Framed photo of mom and baby For the Practical Mom: Nursing bras and accessories, comfortable clothes for postpartum recovery, or a diaper bag with lots of compartments. Nursing bra for new moms For the Techie Mom: A subscription to a streaming service for easy entertainment, a noise-canceling headset for those moments of quiet time, or a portable phone charger for staying connected. Noisecanceling headset for new moms No matter what you choose, a heartfelt card expressing your congratulations and well wishes will always be appreciated.

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Doula Training | Calgary Birth Essentials

Calgary Birth Essentials offers comprehensive doula training programs to equip you with the knowledge and skills to support families during childbirth and postpartum. Our experienced instructors provide online, live, and private in-home classes, ensuring you receive personalized attention and guidance. For more details, contact us.

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Preparing for the Fourth Trimester

The fourth trimester refers to the first few months postpartum. This time is critical for the health of the whole family, but especially for mom and baby. Preparing for the fourth trimester can be difficult, especially if you’re a brand new mom. First, you’ll need to prep your home by making sure you have all of the essentials on hand <LINK TO MUST-HAVES POST>. Once you have everything you need,…

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— Housewife

Bakugo x fem! Reader

Synopsis: What it’d be like to be Katsukis housewife

TW: Swearing, suggestive, mentions of having children

Note: Izuku’s version here!

⇶ Originally, you and Katsuki had never planned for you to be a housewife

⇶ He was a naturally hard worker and so were you, the thought of a life where you were at home almost all day everyday never really crossed your mind

⇶ But that was during the first few years of your relationship and marriage

⇶ Overtime, you found your job getting more and more stressful

⇶ You tried to hide your stress from Katsuki, but if anyone could read you, it was him

⇶ He always offered his support and asked how he could help take some stress off you, but there was hardly anything he could do for you

⇶ And even with the little things he could do, you knew he was busy with hero

⇶ Katsuki grew concerned as you came home from work too tired and overworked to even sit down and have a meal with him

⇶ You both knew that he was more than capable of supporting the both of you on his own

⇶ But when he proposed that you quit your job entirely and essentially become a housewife, you thought he lost it

⇶ You loved him and trusted him, yes, but you also prided yourself on your independence

⇶ The topic of you quitting your job was a weekly discussion for the two of you, but you denied his offer everytime

⇶ Soon, he gave up and decided that you would do it when you were ready

⇶ And you were ready faster than either of you had anticipated

⇶ Day by day, his proposition sounded more and more appealing

⇶ And after one too many stressful weeks, you finally made the decision to quit your job

⇶ Though, you’ll be the first to admit that it was far from planned out

⇶ It was a particularly rough day in a particularly rough week that drove you over the edge, causing you to quit your job in a stress induced outburst

⇶ Thankfully, Katsuki was more than understanding even with through sobbed out apologies you gave him when he came home to you crying on the couch

⇶ From that day forward, you and Katsuki have had an established dynamic

⇶ He goes to work, and you take care of the house and spend your day, and his money, as you please

⇶ You always make it back from your days out and shopping trips just in time to make a nice dinner for the both of you to enjoy when Katsuki arrives home

⇶ And while some may argue that the work of a housewife is worthless, Katsuki sees it as quite the opposite and often times comes home with flowers and gifts to show his appreciation

⇶ After you grew into your routine more, the conversation of kids was off the back burner and became something you and Katsuki began to consider more and more

⇶ Katsuki would take time off to be with you during your pregnancy and postpartum of course, flipping the roles to essentially become your house husband while your only job was to carry your bundle of joy

⇶ When you both talked about the idea of it, Katsuki sounded more enthusiastic about it than you did as he romanticized what it’d be like to further your domestic life in such a way

⇶ If you didn’t know him so well, you’d say it was out of character

⇶ He’d thought of names, mostly combinations of yours and his, the baby shower theme, what their nursery would look like, and even what brands you’d use for your baby

⇶ It all sounded like a dream, and Katsuki promised to make it come true one day

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Gaza Updates (1:30PM, EST, November 13, 2023)

Gaza's health ministry's director general, Ismail al-Thawabta confirmed that 11,240 Palestinian people have been killed. Al Jazeera added this as apart of his updates:

"Dead in Gaza include 4,630 children and 3,130 women." "Number of killed medical personnel now 189, including doctors, nurses and paramedics." "Ten people – “kids, babies, patients and wounded” – died at al-Shifa hospital due to operation rooms being shuttered as a result of a lack of fuel." "If fuel shortage continues it will cause a communications and internet blackout. Al-Thawabta said this is projected to happen on Thursday and will lead to “all the crimes of Israel” being “hidden from the world”, and turn the humanitarian crisis from “bad to worse”. "Fuel must be allowed into Gaza and the Rafah crossing with Egypt must be fully opened." "Israel and the international community – particularly the United States – are fully responsible for “crimes against civilians”. "The fighting has also destroyed 41,120 residential properties; 94 government headquarters; 71 mosques destroyed; and 253 schools have been damaged." "There has been $181m in direct agricultural losses, with 25 percent of agricultural farms destroyed." "4 governmental headquarters, 253 schools, 71 mosques and 3 churches destroyed in Israeli raids."

It has also been confirmed "all primary care for pregnant women has been lost"

"Dr Haya Hijazi, who works at al-Hilo Hospital in Gaza City, has confirmed: "there are no prenatal, neonatal or postpartum services catering to pregnant women, new mothers and newborns."

"UNFPA, the United Nations sexual and reproductive health agency, said that Gaza is home to 50,000 pregnant women."

It also said:

"70 percent of those killed and injured so far are women and children." "5,500 women are due to give birth in the coming month – more than 180 births per day." "Fuel, medicines, blood supply and other essentials for hospitals are running out." "Two truckloads of Inter-agency Reproductive Health Kits have arrived in Gaza containing individual clean delivery kits and supplies and equipment for emergency obstetric care, including anesthesia and supplies for cesarean sections." "Some 238 attacks against health care have been reported in the occupied Palestinian territories since the beginning of the hostilities, killing 517 people, according to WHO"

All of this information/everything I quoted can be found on Al Jazeera's live updates on their website -all credits to Al Jazeera journalists:

I need folks to continually keep understanding that everything happening right now in Gaza in NOT a war, it is a genocide. Israeli military and government is systematically destroying infrastructure for their Zionist agenda, and are massacring Palestinian people mercilessly and without remorse -nowhere is safe in Gaza, and reading these updates should continue to enrage you.

Keep posting, keep re-posting, keep researching and keep reading, stay informed, go to sit-ins and protests if this is accessible to you, and most importantly -keep fighting against Israeli and American propaganda.

Free Palestine 🇵🇸

[hellenicrisis]

A Collection of Greek Keywords for Hellenic Pagans (kharis, miasma, etc.)

Kharis:

Kharis means 'grace' or 'favour' and it is in reference to the reciprocal nature of our relationships with the gods.

Liddell and Scott describe it as, "A grace or favour felt on the part of the doer but more frequently on the part of the receiver in the form or thankfulness and gratitude."

It essentially means a favour done in delight. This can be both the offering we give to the gods, and the favours and blessings the gods bestow upon us.

Kharis is both the action of offering and worshipping and also what is built between a worshipper and a god through the actions of offering and reverence. It can be used like this:

'Giving an offering to the gods is an example of kharis.'

Or:

'I have built up kharis with Apollo over the years.'

Khaire/khairete:

Khaire or khairete are words that mean 'hail', 'farewell', or 'blessings'.

It can be used to greet someone, either as hello or farewell (I use it at the end of some of my posts). It can also be used at the end of a prayer.

Khaire is used to address one person or god, and khairete is used to address a group.

Miasma:

Miasma means 'stain', 'pollution', 'defilement', or 'stain of guilt'.

It is a type of spiritual pollution that a person or a place can collect through either happenstance or deliberate action. It makes us spiritually unclean but there is no damnation involved in miasma and thus is not similar to sin. Sin is more comparable to agos, which is mentioned later.

We tend to collect miasma while going about day-to-day life, almost like getting our hands dirty while working. The stain it refers to is always one of a spiritual nature; miasma is a strictly spiritual concept.

It makes a person or place ritually impure, hence it is inappropriate to interact with the divine while in a miasmic state. The gods are said to reject the offerings of a miasmic person or to vacate a miasmic place until it is cleansed.

Human blood is also considered to be miasmic when spilled outside of battle, though this is not the case for menstrual blood (although I tend to avoid praying and doing rituals during that week anyway as I consider it to not be my cleanest state possible. I use this time to tend to my altar physically instead, cleaning it and reorganizing it).

Miasma is very common, everyone gets it, mostly due to plain daily life, though sometimes due to deliberate actions. Miasma can always be cleansed.

Sources of miasma include:

Death in the home - Pollutes the grieving and the home. People and home need to be cleansed before interacting with the gods or going to temple.

Birth - Because of the blood involved. Mother and baby are considered by traditional standards to be miasmic for three days postpartum and both are generally cleansed at five days postpartum.

Intercourse - Both parties are polluted by the act and must be cleansed before interacting with the gods or going to temple.

M*rder/m*nsl*ughter - This collects both miasma and agos. The m*rderer becomes miasmic, and a place can become miasmic if a m*rderer is free and unpunished there. This does not apply to blood spilled in battle.

There is a line in Hesiod's Works and Days that refers to the action of cleansing oneself of miasma before interacting with the gods. It reads, "Never pour a libation of sparkling wine to Zeus after dawn with unwashen hands, nor to others of the deathless gods."

Khernips:

Khernips means 'handwash', or 'lustral water'.

It is basically Hellenic holy water. It is used to purify ourselves of miasma before interacting with the gods.

It can be made by dropping burnt herbs or laurel leaves (bay leaves) in clean water, or by dropping a lit match in clean water. Simply washing our hands in plain water can work symbolically as well if done with the specific intention of purifying oneself.

Agos:

Agos means 'curse', 'pollution', or 'abomination'.

It can be considered as a step up to miasma and, while not quite the same, it could also be considered comparable to sin. It is brought about through deliberate actions and it is very difficult, if not impossible, to cleanse. Agos can also invoke the divine wrath of the gods, so it does involve a form of damnation

Some things that cause/invoke agos include:

Having intercourse inside a temple

Temple robbing

M*rder

Bloodshed inside a temple or on sacred grounds

Broken xenia

The refusal to properly bury a family member or a soldier (even an enemy soldier)

K*lling someone who is under the gods' protection

Offering human blood to the gods (due to its miasmic nature)

Agos is hardly as common as miasma, so it is not something the general practitioner should worry about.

[crystalcerberus]

Genshin Impact Diluc x Fem!Reader - Pregnancy, birth, and postpartum

Getting pregnant from Diluc would be such a win

With Diluc's immense wealth, he could afford you the best prenatal and postnatal care, ensuring access to top medical professionals and cutting-edge treatments.

Staying at the Dawn Winery would offer you a stress-free and comfortable environment, perfect for nurturing your health and the baby’s development.

The maids and other staff at the winery would always be ready to assist, taking care of household chores so you can focus on your well-being and enjoy a stress-free pregnancy and postpartum period.

Of course, this includes access to the best food, ensuring a nutritious and balanced diet essential for a healthy pregnancy, successful postpartum healing, and of course for breastfeeding.

Diluc’s protective nature would provide you with a sense of security, knowing that both you and the baby are safe at all times. (Obstetric violence during labor? – "Time for retribution!!!")

Diluc's pyro powers would come in useful, too, such as for keeping the birthing pool at the perfect temperature or using his hands as heating pads to soothe aches and pains.

The only "dawnside" of it: in keeping with the family tradition, you'd have to give your little one a name that means "dawn." Maybe "Aurora" for a girl then?

[simmerkate]

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His Shadow: Chp 4

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Azriel, secretly juggling his responsibilities and personal life, maintains a hidden relationship with YN, who works at a pleasure house in the Hewn City. She was his light, his love, his passion. Yet being his darkest secret is a hard role because life in the Hewn as a young female isn't the easiest as the two of you hold an even dark secret yet to be told...

Pairing: Azriel x reader

This series contains mature themes: Explicit depictions of violence, including physical and emotional. Themes of secrecy. Descriptions of difficult relationships, including strained familial and romantic dynamics. Mature sexual content. Themes of power, control, and manipulation within complex interpersonal relationships. Discussions of parenthood and the challenges associated with it, including postpartum experiences.

The morning sun filtered softly through the sheer curtains of YN’s mother’s modest living room. The pale light danced across the room, casting gentle patterns on the worn wooden floors and faded furniture. YN had spent the night on her mother’s small, but comfortable sofa, using a makeshift nest of blankets and pillows. She stirred slowly, the quiet stillness of the house a sharp contrast to the bustling atmosphere of the pleasure house.

Yawning and stretching, YN glanced around, her mind still wrapped in the haze of sleep. The night had been restful, but she couldn’t shake the nagging worry about Knox. Her mother had graciously offered to care for him while YN worked, but she had been missing him terribly. It was time to reunite with her son.

She carefully gathered her things, folding the blanket she had used and tidying up the small space as best as she could. Her mother, an woman with a warm, kind demeanour, was still asleep in her own bedroom. YN wanted to make sure everything was ready before she woke her.

With a soft, cautious step, YN made her way to the small nursery that had been set up in a corner of her mother’s apartment. The room was modest but cozy, decorated with pastel-coloured curtains and a few framed pictures of animals. In the crib at the centre of the room lay Knox, his tiny form barely visible beneath the soft, knitted blanket.

YN’s heart swelled as she approached the crib, her eyes softening at the sight of her sleeping son. Knox’s small chest rose and fell with each gentle breath, his little fingers curled into tiny fists. She reached down, carefully placing a hand on his back to wake him softly.

“Good morning, my little one,” YN murmured, her voice tender and loving.

Knox stirred, his eyelids fluttering open to reveal the curious, innocent gaze of a three-week-old baby. YN carefully lifted him from the crib, cradling him gently in her arms. His warmth and weight were a soothing comfort against her chest.

“Let’s get you ready to go home,” YN whispered, her voice full of affection. She carefully adjusted Knox’s blanket, making sure he was secure and comfortable.

Her mother had prepared a small bag with some essentials for Knox—diapers, a few changes of clothes, and a soft toy that YN had brought from home. YN picked up the bag, slinging it over her shoulder as she prepared to leave.

She made her way to the small kitchen, where she could hear the faint sounds of her mother beginning to stir. YN set the bag down on the counter and walked back to the nursery to say a quiet goodbye to her mother.

Her mother emerged, rubbing her eyes and offering a sleepy smile. “Good morning, dear. Are you heading out already?”

“Yes, just about,” YN said, her voice gentle. “Thank you so much for taking care of Knox. I really appreciate it.”

Her mother came over, reaching out to gently pat Knox’s head. “He’s a lovely little boy. I’ve enjoyed having him. Just be sure to get some rest when you can.”

YN nodded, her smile filled with gratitude. “I will. I just need to get him home and settled.”

As YN and her mother exchanged a final hug, YN carefully picked up Knox and adjusted him in her arms. With one last look around the apartment, she stepped out into the fresh morning air.

The city was slowly coming to life as she made her way back to her own apartment. The streets were quieter than usual, and the early morning light bathed everything in a soft, golden hue. YN’s heart ached with both joy and weariness as she walked, the familiar weight of Knox in her arms a constant reminder of the responsibilities and love she carried.

She reached her apartment building, a modest structure with a worn exterior that belied the cozy interior. She carefully navigated the stairs, her mind filled with thoughts of getting Knox settled and ready for the day ahead.

Entering her apartment, YN carefully placed Knox in the small crib she had set up in the corner of the living room. The space was small but welcoming, filled with the warmth of home and the love of a mother’s touch. She adjusted the blanket around him and placed a gentle kiss on his forehead.

“Welcome home, Knox,” she whispered, her voice full of love and relief. “We’ve got a lot to do today, but we’ll do it together.”

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Azriel stood by the large, arched window of Rhysand’s office, the glass cool against his fingertips as he looked out over the sprawling gardens of the River House. The room was bathed in the warm, golden light of the afternoon sun, casting a soft glow over the luxurious furnishings and elegant décor. Yet, despite the opulence of his surroundings, Azriel's thoughts were distant, his attention focused on the scene unfolding outside.

Nyx, Rhysand’s nine-year-old son, and Agnar, Cassian’s seven-year-old son, were out on the lawn, their laughter carrying through the open window. The two boys were engaged in a spirited game of tag, their shouts and giggles filling the air with a sense of carefree joy. The sun illuminated their faces, highlighting the innocence and exuberance of childhood.

Azriel watched them with a mixture of fondness and melancholy. He saw the way Nyx’s dark hair gleamed in the sunlight, a mirror of his father’s, and Agnar’s quick, agile movements, so reminiscent of Cassian’s youthful energy. The sight of them playing together, their faces flushed with happiness, tugged at something deep within him.

A shadow of sadness crossed Azriel’s features as he observed the scene. The joy and vitality of his nephews were a stark contrast to the burden he carried. The secrecy surrounding his relationship with YN and their son, Knox, weighed heavily on him. Despite the love he felt for them, he was forced to keep their existence hidden, his role as a father concealed from those closest to him.

Azriel’s gaze softened as he took in the sight of the boys, his thoughts drifting to the life he could have had if circumstances were different. He imagined what it would be like if he could openly share his joy and pride in Knox, if he could let his family see the life he had built with YN. The pain of not being able to do so was a constant ache, a reminder of the sacrifices he had made to protect those he loved.

Rhysand’s voice broke through his thoughts, rich and warm with a touch of amusement. “You seem lost in thought, Az.”

Azriel turned away from the window, his expression carefully neutral as he faced Rhysand. “Just watching the boys. They’re growing up so fast.”

Rhysand smiled, his eyes following Azriel’s gaze to where Nyx and Agnar continued their game. “They are. It’s hard to believe how quickly time passes.”

Azriel nodded, forcing a smile. “Yes, it is.”

Rhysand’s tone grew more contemplative. “Sometimes I think about how different things might be if circumstances were different. But I suppose we make the best of what we have.”

Azriel’s eyes flickered with a mixture of gratitude and sadness. He knew Rhysand’s words were meant to offer comfort, but they only served to underscore the gap between his public life and his private heartache.

“Indeed,” Azriel said quietly, his voice tinged with a sadness that he tried to mask. “We make do with what we have.”

Rhysand’s gaze remained thoughtful, and he seemed to sense the deeper emotions behind Azriel’s words. “If there’s ever anything you need to talk about, you know you can always come to me.”

Azriel nodded, a flicker of appreciation in his eyes. “Thank you, Rhys. I’ll keep that in mind.”

As Rhysand turned his attention to some documents on his desk, Azriel returned to the window, his thoughts returning to the life he had to keep hidden. The sight of Nyx and Agnar playing was a bittersweet reminder of what he yearned for—an open, unburdened life with YN and Knox.

The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the polished floors of the River House as Azriel excused himself from the inner circle's meeting with barely a moment to spare. Rhysand, Cassian, and the others were deep in discussion about upcoming strategies and potential threats, but Azriel’s mind was elsewhere, focused on the fleeting moments he could spend with YN and Knox.

“Sorry to cut out early,” Azriel said quickly, his voice tinged with a mix of urgency and apology. “I’ve got something I need to take care of.”

Rhysand looked up, a hint of curiosity in his eyes. “Everything alright, Az?”

Azriel forced a smile, nodding. “Yes, just personal matters. I’ll catch up with you all soon.”

Before anyone could press further, Azriel was already striding towards the exit. His steps were brisk, the weight of his desire to return home fueling his haste. He made his way through the grand hallways and down the stairs, his thoughts solely occupied with the comforting vision of YN and Knox awaiting him.

The journey back to his apartment felt interminable, but finally, he landed silently on the balcony. He slipped into his home with practiced quiet, his senses attuned to the familiar sounds of his sanctuary. The apartment was calm, the air carrying a soft, serene quality that immediately soothed his frazzled nerves.

Azriel moved through the living room, his heart fluttering with anticipation and love. As he rounded the corner, he was met with a sight that warmed him to his core.

YN was asleep on the couch, her form curled up in a cozy nest of blankets. Her hair was splayed across the cushions, a serene expression on her face. Knox, their precious son, lay nestled on her chest, his tiny body rising and falling with each gentle breath. He was awake now, his small eyes blinking with curiosity as he looked up at his mother.

Azriel’s breath caught in his throat at the sight. The image of YN, exhausted but peaceful, with Knox cradled against her, was a poignant reminder of the love and dedication they shared. He approached them quietly, careful not to disturb YN's slumber.

Kneeling beside the couch, Azriel reached out, his fingertips brushing gently against Knox’s soft cheek. The baby cooed, a small, delicate sound that filled Azriel’s heart with overwhelming tenderness.

“Hey, little one,” Azriel murmured softly, his voice a low whisper. “Look who’s come to see you.”

He carefully lifted Knox from YN’s chest, his movements gentle and practiced. The baby’s head rested against his shoulder as he held him close, a smile spreading across Azriel’s face. Knox’s tiny fingers grasped at the fabric of Azriel’s shirt, his eyes bright and curious as he cooed back.

Azriel leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to Knox’s forehead. “You’ve been such a good boy today, haven’t you?”

Knox gurgled in response, his eyes widening as he looked up at his father. Azriel’s heart swelled with affection as he held his son, feeling the warmth and weight of him in his arms. The bond between them was palpable, a silent conversation filled with love and promise.

Azriel glanced over at YN, still peacefully asleep. He carefully adjusted Knox, making sure the baby was comfortable in his arms before leaning down to gently brush a strand of hair away from YN’s face.

He settled onto the couch beside YN, keeping Knox cradled close. He watched as YN stirred slightly, her eyes fluttering open. She blinked sleepily, her gaze settling on Azriel and their son.

“Azriel?” YN’s voice was soft, her tone a mix of surprise and sleepiness. “You’re home early.”

Azriel smiled, his eyes filled with warmth. “I couldn’t wait to see you both. How was your day?”

YN stretched gently, her eyes softening as she looked at Knox in Azriel’s arms. “It was good. He’s been a little angel. But I’m glad you’re here now.”

Azriel nodded, his gaze fixed lovingly on Knox. “I’m glad too. He’s grown so much in just a few weeks.”

YN reached out, her hand brushing tenderly against Knox’s cheek. “He has. And he’s so lucky to have you.”

Azriel’s smile grew, his heart swelling with love for his family. “And I’m lucky to have you both.”

As he looked down at his son, Azriel felt an overwhelming sense of pride and love. Knox’s small, cherubic face was a perfect blend of both parents, but it was the subtle, distinctive features that made Azriel’s heart swell with emotion. The baby’s tiny limbs and soft, downy hair were endearing, but it was Knox’s nascent wings that truly captured Azriel’s attention.

Even at just two weeks old, Knox had already begun to display the faintest hints of his Illyrian heritage. Though the wings were tiny and not yet fully developed, their presence was unmistakable. They were delicate and translucent, their edges a soft, silvery shimmer that caught the light. They rested against Knox’s back, their appearance a blend of the ethereal and the divine.

Azriel’s fingers traced the edge of one of Knox’s wings with a gentle touch, careful not to disturb his sleeping son. The delicate membranes were warm and soft beneath his fingertips, and the faint luminescence was a reminder of the incredible heritage Knox was inheriting.

“Look at these wings, little one,” Azriel whispered, his voice filled with a tender awe. “Just like mine. You’re growing up so fast, even though you’re still so tiny.”

Knox stirred slightly, his tiny wings fluttering ever so gently in response to his father’s touch. Azriel’s smile widened, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. The sight of Knox’s miniature wings, so full of potential and promise, made his heart ache with a bittersweet joy.

He shifted slightly, pulling Knox closer to him, his own wings instinctively curling around them in a protective embrace. The warmth of his wings enveloped Knox, creating a cocoon of safety and love. The sensation of his son's small body nestled against him, combined with the soft, almost imperceptible flutter of Knox’s wings, was an exquisite reminder of the bond they shared.

Azriel leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to Knox’s forehead. “I know you’re just beginning to learn about your wings, but I promise you, they will grow strong. They will carry you through the skies just like mine.”

He continued to speak softly, his words filled with the kind of love that only a parent could feel. “When you’re older, you’ll learn to soar through the skies. But for now, just enjoy being small and safe in your mother’s arms and mine.”

The quiet moments stretched on, and Azriel found solace in the simple act of bonding with his son. The world outside seemed distant and irrelevant compared to the peace he found in these fleeting moments. The responsibilities and secrets that burdened him felt lighter, if only for a while.

As Knox’s tiny hand reached up, his small fingers grasping at the fabric of Azriel’s shirt, Azriel felt a pang of deep affection. The tiny, innocent gesture was a powerful reminder of the love he had for this little being, a love that transcended the complications of their lives.

The peaceful cocoon of the living room was gently disturbed as YN stirred from her slumber on the couch. She stretched languidly, her muscles protesting slightly as she woke from a deep, restful sleep. She blinked sleepily, her gaze falling on Azriel, who was now tenderly bottle-feeding Knox. The soft glow of the lamp illuminated their quiet moment together, casting a warm light across the room.

YN smiled softly at the sight. Azriel’s presence, so gentle and attentive with their son, was a heart-warming sight. She reluctantly pushed herself up from the couch, her body a bit stiff from the hours spent resting in one position. The couch had become a makeshift bed over the past few weeks, but the comfort of being with her family made it all worth it.

Yawning, YN moved to the small, neatly arranged bedroom where her work attire awaited her. She quickly began the process of getting ready for her shift at the pleasure house, her mind already focusing on the tasks ahead.

She started with her undergarments, slipping into a comfortable, supportive bra and a pair of seamless panties. Next, she chose a simple yet elegant outfit for the evening—a fitted, deep navy dress that complemented her figure and allowed ease of movement. The fabric was soft and smooth, with a subtle sheen that caught the light just right. She paired it with a black satin belt that cinched at her waist, adding a touch of refinement to her look.

As she dressed, YN kept an ear out for Knox’s soft coos and Azriel’s soothing murmurs. The quiet, intimate moments they shared were precious, and she cherished the time they had together, even in the midst of their busy lives.

She pulled on a pair of black, sheer stockings, the fabric gliding up her legs smoothly. Her heeled, ankle-length boots completed the look, their dark hue and sleek design adding a touch of sophistication. She glanced at herself in the mirror, adjusting her outfit and making sure everything was in place.

While YN worked on her makeup, she chose a subtle look for the evening. She applied a light foundation to even out her complexion, followed by a touch of blush to give her cheeks a healthy glow. She carefully applied a coat of mascara to her lashes and a muted shade of lipstick that accentuated her natural beauty without being too bold. The final touch was a delicate, sparkling pendant necklace that rested softly against her collarbone.

As she finished up, YN glanced back towards the living room, her heart warming at the sight of Azriel and Knox. Azriel was gently burping Knox, his movements slow and deliberate, a tender expression on his face. Knox seemed content, his tiny hands gripping the edge of the bottle as he took his time feeding.

“Everything going smoothly?” YN asked, her voice soft but filled with a hint of playful curiosity.

Azriel looked up, his eyes meeting hers with a gentle smile. “He’s doing well. We’re just finishing up here.”

YN moved back into the living room, her steps light and purposeful. She bent down to give Knox a soft kiss on his tiny forehead, her fingers brushing gently against his downy hair.

“Almost time for you to go back to sleep, little one,” YN murmured, her voice full of affection. “I’ll be heading out soon.”

Azriel glanced at the clock, noting the time. “I’ll make sure he’s settled before you leave. You go ahead and finish up.”

YN nodded, taking a moment to appreciate the quiet domesticity of the scene before her. She knew that every moment spent with Knox and Azriel was a precious gift, and she cherished these early, serene hours before her work began.

With a final check of her appearance, YN grabbed her small, elegant handbag and slung it over her shoulder. She moved to the door, pausing to take one last look at Azriel and Knox.

“Be good for Daddy,” YN said softly to Knox, her gaze lingering on the tiny, peaceful face of her son.

Azriel looked up, a touch of mischief in his eyes. “We’ll be just fine. You go on and take care of things. We’ll be here when you get back.”

YN gave him a warm smile, her heart full of love and gratitude. “Thanks, Az. I’ll see you both later.”

With one last affectionate glance, YN left the apartment, the door clicking softly behind her. As she walked to her car, she felt a sense of both anticipation and resolve. Her work awaited her, but the love she had for her family was always close to her heart, a guiding light through the busy days and nights.

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YN stepped into the dimly lit interior of the pleasure house, the familiar blend of perfume and alcohol greeting her senses. Tonight felt like any other—until she noticed two familiar figures occupying the corner booth. Her heart skipped a beat as she recognized Rhysand and Cassian, their presence unexpected and sending a ripple of anxiety through her.

What are they doing here again? YN thought, trying to keep her composure as she walked toward them. She had just served them the night before; seeing them again so soon unsettled her.

“Good evening, gentlemen,” she greeted, her voice warm but professional as she approached their table. “Back again so soon? What can I get for you tonight?”

Rhysand looked up from his conversation with Cassian, his violet eyes sparkling with the usual charm. “Couldn’t stay away,” he replied smoothly. “We’re here to discuss Azriel’s next mission. This seemed like the perfect place to do so.”

The mention of Azriel’s mission made YN’s heart sink. She forced herself to maintain a neutral expression, though her mind was racing. Another mission? So soon after Knox’s birth? The thought of Azriel heading into danger again so soon filled her with dread.

Feigning casual interest, she asked, “Where is Azriel tonight? I thought he might be with you.”

Rhysand shook his head. “He’s probably handling some last-minute preparations. You know how he is—always ahead of the game.”

Cassian grinned. “Or brooding somewhere, as usual.”

YN managed a light laugh, but the weight in her chest only grew heavier. She knew where Azriel had been before she left for work, but hearing them discuss his next mission as if it were routine was unsettling. She needed to know more, to understand what lay ahead for him.

“I’ll get your yesterdays drinks,” YN said, slipping into her role. “Anything else I can bring you?”

Before she could leave, Cassian’s voice stopped her. “Actually, YN, there’s something I wanted to ask.”

She turned back, her heart beating a little faster. “Yes?”

Cassian’s expression softened, genuine curiosity in his eyes. “Last night, you mentioned you have a baby. How are they doing? And your boyfriend? It must be a lot to juggle.”

YN felt a surge of panic but kept her smile intact. She had mentioned her baby the previous night to maintain the cover story. Now, under Cassian’s kind gaze, she had to continue the lie.

“They’re both doing well,” she replied smoothly, though her heart ached. “My boyfriend’s very supportive. It’s been challenging, but we’re managing.”

Cassian nodded, his smile reassuring. “That’s good to hear. You deserve the best.”

Rhysand, who had been quietly observing, spoke up. “It’s not easy, especially with your job. But you’re handling it well.”

YN’s stomach twisted. They had no idea how close they were to the truth—or how much she wished she could tell them everything. But she couldn’t risk exposing her and Azriel’s secret, especially with his upcoming mission looming over them. She needed to know more, even if it meant asking directly.

“So, this mission you’re planning for Azriel,” YN began, keeping her tone casual. “Is it dangerous?”

Rhysand’s expression became guarded, though his tone remained light. “Nothing he hasn’t handled before. Just another piece of the puzzle we’re putting together.”

Cassian added, sensing her concern, “We can’t share details, but Azriel’s the best at what he does. We trust him completely.”

YN nodded, though her worry deepened. She had seen firsthand the toll these missions took on Azriel—the nights he came home battered and weary, the weight of secrets he carried. She couldn’t help but feel protective, knowing what was at stake for him and their family.

She pressed further, hoping for more information. “Do you know where he is now? I haven’t seen him around.”

Rhysand shook his head. “No, he didn’t say where he was heading tonight. But he’ll turn up.”

Cassian grinned. “Probably avoiding us because he knows we’re about to pile work on him.”

YN forced another smile, though her heart was heavy. She knew Azriel had reasons for keeping her in the dark, but that didn’t make it easier. The thought of him out there, facing unknown dangers while she pretended everything was fine, filled her with helplessness.

“I’m sure he’s just busy,” YN said, maintaining her calm facade. “Let me get those drinks.”

She moved away, her mind racing. As she prepared their drinks, the reality of their situation weighed heavily on her. Azriel was preparing for another mission, one that could take him away from her and Knox. And all she could do was wait, serving drinks and keeping up appearances while the man she loved faced danger.

When she returned with the drinks, she plastered on her best smile. Rhysand and Cassian accepted them, quickly resuming their discussion. YN lingered, hoping to catch more information, but the conversation shifted away from Azriel’s mission.

YN pushed open the door to the small, dimly lit apartment, her heart heavy with a mixture of fear and sorrow. As she stepped inside, the familiar scent of home—of Azriel—washed over her, but it brought no comfort this time. Instead, it felt like a cruel reminder of what she was about to lose.

The door closed behind her with a soft click, the sound echoing in the silence of the apartment. Knox’s soft coos came from the bassinet by the window, but YN barely heard them, her mind too clouded by the news she had just overheard. She had known this day would come—that Azriel would be called away on another mission—but knowing didn’t make it any easier.

As she walked further into the apartment, her steps faltered, the weight of her emotions finally crashing over her. She stopped in the middle of the small living room, her vision blurring as tears filled her eyes. A choked sob escaped her lips, and before she could hold it back, she was crying—deep, wrenching sobs that shook her whole body.

She covered her mouth with her hand, trying to stifle the sound, but the tears kept coming, flowing freely down her cheeks. The realization that Azriel would be leaving soon—leaving her and Knox to face whatever dangers awaited him—was too much to bear. The thought of him not coming back, of Knox growing up without knowing his father, of her losing the man she loved, was a fear she couldn’t shake.

YN sank onto the couch, her legs giving out beneath her as the grief consumed her. She buried her face in her hands, her shoulders shaking with the force of her sobs. She had always known that Azriel’s work was dangerous—that every mission could be his last—but the reality of it had never hit her as hard as it did now. Knox had changed everything. He had brought a new kind of love into her life, but with that love came a new kind of fear—one that gnawed at her every time Azriel left.

The sound of a door opening in the bedroom startled her, and she quickly tried to compose herself, wiping away the tears with trembling hands. Azriel had been in their room, likely catching up on some much-needed rest after his long day. He had no idea she knew about the mission yet; she hadn’t had the chance to tell him.

YN hurriedly stood up, trying to smooth her dishevelled appearance as she heard Azriel’s footsteps approaching. She forced a smile, hoping to mask her distress, but she knew her red, puffy eyes would give her away.

Azriel stepped into the room, his sharp hazel eyes softening when they landed on her. “YN,” he said gently, concern immediately colouring his tone as he noticed her tear-streaked face. “What’s wrong?”

YN opened her mouth to speak, but the words caught in her throat. She didn’t know how to tell him—didn’t know how to voice the fear and sadness that were choking her. Instead, she just shook her head, fresh tears spilling over as she looked at him, her gaze pleading.

Azriel was at her side in an instant, his strong arms wrapping around her, pulling her close. “Shh,” he whispered, holding her as if she were something fragile and precious. “I’m here. It’s okay.”

But it wasn’t okay. YN buried her face in his chest, her hands clutching at his shirt as she cried. Azriel held her tighter, one hand stroking her hair, the other rubbing soothing circles on her back, his voice a soft murmur in her ear.

“Tell me what’s wrong,” he urged, his voice gentle but firm. “Please, YN. What’s happened?”

YN pulled back slightly, looking up at him through tear-filled eyes. “I heard about your mission,” she finally whispered, her voice trembling. “I know you’re leaving soon.”

Azriel’s expression shifted, his brow furrowing in concern. He cupped her face in his hands, his thumbs gently brushing away her tears. “It’s just a mission,” he said softly, though there was a flicker of something in his eyes—something that told her he knew it wasn’t just any mission.

YN shook her head, fresh tears spilling over. “But what if you don’t come back, Azriel? What if this is the one that takes you away from us? From Knox?” Her voice broke on their son’s name, the fear and anguish she had been holding back pouring out of her.

Azriel’s gaze softened even more, and he pulled her close again, his lips pressing against her temple. “I will come back,” he promised, his voice steady and sure. “I swear to you, YN. I will come back to you and Knox.”

But even as he said the words, YN couldn’t shake the fear that gripped her heart. She clung to him, her tears soaking into his shirt as she prayed that he was right—that this wouldn’t be the mission that tore their family apart.

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 - Her name is Eloise. She is a former socialite who died at the age of 32 after bringing her third daughter into this world, murdered by her own unfaithful husband. - Her postpartum body is a part of her design. She used to hate it but now it became a trait that reminds her of her human life and those few people she had feelings for. - Her husband married and killed her to get a hold of her father‘s wealth. Being the only child, Eloise inherited all of it after her father’s passing.

- She was buried in the sacred forest. The biggest oak tree became her grave. Neither her husband knew about sacred sites nor he respected or cared about it. Instead of turning into a usual vengeful spirit or a ghost she became a dryad, protector of the aforementioned oak tree and the forest.

- Her family has a connection with all sorts of magical forest creatures, deities and monsters. The forest was theirs for ages; it has a long history of people disappearing without a trace after displeasing certain deities.  Both men and women in her family have been practicing magic and human sacrifices for centuries to be able to hunt and use other resources without being killed. They used to bring their enemies there so the nature can take care of them too.

- Before her death she was selfish, careless, fickle and shallow woman. Spoiled from childhood age, she lacked understating of the society outside her class and its issues.

- Her perfect façade of a delicate woman, caring mother and good wife had nothing to do with the real state of things. Eloise`s marriage was far from perfect and her husband wasn’t the only one to blame for it. Her daughters barely knew her since she was wealthy enough to have her children taken care of by a nurse; her only role is to be a fine-looking trophy and she lost the appeal to her husband after the third pregnancy.

- During her youth her exquisite beauty appeared to mask Eloise‘s essential lack of character. She has been burying her head in the sand to the grim reality of life until she lost her life ignoring the said reality.

- Lack of intellectuality and conscience was the reason why she never really paid attention to her husband (truly all those around her with her daughters being the only exception) and never learned about his plans to get rid of her to eventually remarry later.

- Her death is a start of Eloise’s redemption arc.  

- After she finds out that her husband wants to get rid of their children as well, Eloise decides to do something good for the first time in her life and protects her daughters. She kills her husband alongside with his hunting party and tries to talk to her eldest child. Eloise wants to tell her the truth about the forest and magic, but her daughter is frightened by her physical appearance. She avoids the forest believing her deceased mother is also a monster now.