Chapter 711: It’s harder to whine about a good result than a bad one
The teleportation was fast; it only took us a few blinks, and we were already in the Castle’s yards--right where I took Stan to teleport before. And the best thing? There was no nauseating feeling.
I felt guilty for saying this, but it was even smoother than Natha’s teleportation.
"All hail Lord Stan," Neel clasped her hands with a relieved expression. Probably ready to start a new cult.
That would be interesting. But for now, my attention was on the little man moving restlessly up there, as if he could feel our presence right away. I scooped Jade out of my cloak and handed the bird to Zia before clutching my husband’s hand.
"Nat--"
He wordlessly took my waist and whisked me away for a second, much shorter teleportation to the hallway of the nursery. Right away, I could hear my baby’s voice.
"Waah!"
Thankfully, it wasn’t a cry--more like a shout; a demand. Angwi came out of the nursery before I could reach the door, with the squirming Shwa in her hands.
"Oh, my baby!" I rushed to the baby who was reaching out his arms to me, demanding to be hugged. It had only been a couple of hours, but I felt like days had passed. Shwa even clutched my tunic while I was hugging and kissing him.
"Did he stay awake all this time?" Natha asked Angwi while stroking our son’s dark hair. She simply nodded in response, and I hugged Shwa even tighter.
"You’re waiting for us, baby? Did I make you wait for too long?"