He was well aware of Alexis’ longing for her mother's milk.

Having spent the first two years of her life in the sterile lab environment, she hadn't tasted much milk, let alone a mother's nourishing natural kind. The only thing she had was the bland, artificial nutritional fluid provided during those years.

The thought softened Waylen's expression, making it even gentler than the serene night outside.

Meanwhile, Alexis kept babbling away.

Waylen scooped her up and headed towards the nursery, and Alexis wrapped her arms around Waylen's neck.