She had not known what to expect, but she had not seen this coming. The Centurion’s lonely eye was soon captivated by the little form on the bed, and the younger Lykoi could feel the burn in her cheeks. The matriarch entered without another word, walking to investigate this little moving bundle. Behind her, Halo put her hand on her face. There had been an awful lot of crying lately, but her eyes remained dry for now. The scene was still unbearable though, but she had known well that this moment would by far be the worst. She was nervous, afraid of the reaction. Instinct suggested she returned to the child’s side to ensure he was safe, but she refrained, remaining by the door.
Ears fell flat against her rich hair at the cry of joy that escaped the great-grandmother when she saw what it was. Halo wished she could have felt joy like that, but there was so little for the runt. It was clear that this had not been expected, but Halo’s pregnancy had not been easy to detect. Itachi was an only child, and somewhat small for his age, she assumed. How the fuck was she supposed to know? She was no mother—did not know what she was supposed to do. To ask for help had never once crossed her mind. This child shamed her and he had destroyed her life. She wanted to say something to the silvery hybrid, but she did not know what. A few steps were taken towards the great-grandmother and her great-grandchild, but she dared not to interrupt the moment.