Interstellar Beastworld: Raising A Cub With My Mummy System!-Chapter 44: AS LONG AS WE CAN ALL GET SOME SLEEP

He opened the door.

In the sitting room, Lyanna had been asking Lin Yue about her grandmother, about the calligraphy she learned, about the small things that made up a life before Primus. The conversation had been light, easy, surprising Lin Yue with its warmth.

Now the study door opened, and both women looked up. Alistair emerged, his expression calm. Uriel followed, his eyes finding Lin Yue immediately.

"We should be going, we’re unfortunately too busy to stay for dinner," Alistair said, his hand finding Lyanna’s. "The council will expect a report."

Lyanna rose gracefully, pausing to look at Auriel one more time. She handed him back to Lin Yue carefully. "He is perfect," she said softly. "Truly."

Lin Yue inclined her head. "Thank you." 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Alistair touched his wife’s arm, guiding her toward the front entrance. He paused at the threshold and looked back at his son. "Do not forget what we discussed."

Uriel nodded once.

The King and Queen walked out into the afternoon light, the convoy of vehicles beginning to stir. Lin Yue stood beside Uriel, Auriel in her arms, watching them go.

When the last car disappeared through the gates, she let out a breath. "That was not as terrible as I expected."

Uriel looked down at her. "You did well."

"Your mother asked about my grandmother. She wanted to know how I learned calligraphy."

"She likes to understand people. That’s like her whole thing, she loves to probe.."

"I noticed." Lin Yue looked up at him. "What did your father want?"

Uriel was quiet for a moment. "He gave me some advice."

Lin Yue nodded, not pressing further. "Good advice?"

"The kind that comes from experience." He looked down at Auriel, then back at her. "He also reminded me that I have to be here. Not just physically."

She smiled. "I think you are doing okay so far."

"I am trying."

She leaned into him slightly, just for a moment. "That’s good enough."

They walked back into the house together, Auriel sleeping peacefully between them.

The afternoon sun was lowering, casting long shadows across the garden, but inside, the house was warm and quiet.

After dinner, the house settled into the quiet rhythm of evening.

The staff had cleared the dishes, the fires had been stoked, and the long corridors of the estate glowed with soft light. Lin Yue carried Auriel up to the bedroom while Uriel followed behind, carrying the baby’s bassinet.

"He gets really fussy at night," Uriel said, setting the bassinet down near the bed.

Lin Yue looked at him, then at Auriel, who was currently making soft little cooing sounds in her arms. "How fussy can he get?"

Uriel’s expression was unreadable. "You will see."

Exactly one in the morning, they learned or rather Lin Yue learned just how fussy her bundle of joy could get.

They had finally gotten Auriel to sleep around eleven, after the usual routine of feeding, rocking, and walking him around the room. Lin Yue had been so exhausted she barely remembered lying down. Uriel had stretched out beside her, one hand resting on the bassinet.

Then the screaming started.

It was not a cry. It was a shriek, sharp, shrill and ear‑deafening, cutting through the silence like a blade. Lin Yue bolted upright, her heart hammering. Uriel was already out of bed, lifting Auriel from the bassinet.

"Shh, shh," he murmured, cradling the baby against his chest. "I have you."

Auriel screamed louder.

Lin Yue scrambled to her feet, her mind racing. "What is wrong? Is he hurt? Is he sick?"

Uriel checked him quickly, hands moving with practiced efficiency. "He is not feverish. His breathing is fine. I do not see anything wrong."

"Then why is he crying?"

They tried everything. White noise from the tablet, the sound of rain and wind. Auriel screamed through it. They sang, low and soft, whatever lullabies they could remember. He screamed louder. They walked him around the room, then the corridor, then the room again. He screamed without pause. Lin Yue tried feeding him again, but he turned his head away, still wailing.

She checked his diaper, his clothes, the temperature of the room.

Nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

She felt like she was going crazy. Her ears were ringing, her nerves frayed, her body still recovering from the birth. She looked at Uriel, who was holding Auriel against his shoulder, bouncing him gently, his jaw tight with frustration.

"Why will he not stop?" she said, her voice strained.

"I don’t know." Uriel’s voice was tight. "He is tired. I can see he is tired. But he will not settle."

They stood there in the dim light, both exhausted, both at a loss. Auriel’s cries filled the room, raw and relentless.

Lin Yue reached out and took Uriel’s free hand. "Together," she said. "Let us just rock him together."

He nodded, and they moved as one, swaying slowly, their bodies pressed close, Auriel cradled between them. The crying did not stop, but it shifted, became less frantic. Auriel’s tiny fists stopped waving quite so wildly. His face was still red, still scrunched, but something was changing.

Uriel looked down at their son, then at Lin Yue. "He likes you. He calms when you are close."

"He calms more when you hold him," she said. "He has always been quieter in your arms."

Uriel was quiet for a moment. Then he gently transferred Auriel to one arm and stepped back. Lin Yue watched as his form began to shift, the familiar shimmer of his transformation. When it cleared, a massive white wolf stood in his place, his fur soft and glowing in the low light.

Auriel, now next to him on the bed, let out one more shrill cry. Then he stopped.

His tiny body relaxed. His eyes, red‑rimmed and watery, blinked slowly.

Uriel settled further onto the bed, curling his large body around the baby, his fur warm and soft against Auriel’s skin. The baby’s breathing evened out. His fists uncurled. Within seconds, he was asleep.

Lin Yue let out a breath she had not realized she was holding. "That was it," she whispered. "He just needed..." she shook her head, he just needed whatever he needed.

Uriel’s golden eyes blinked slowly. He nudged Auriel with his nose, then looked at her.

She smiled tiredly and moved to arrange the pillows, making a space for Auriel against Uriel’s side. "You stay next to daddy, then," she murmured, tucking a small blanket around the baby. "Mummy will stay on this side. As long as we can all get some sleep."