Interstellar Beastworld: Raising A Cub With My Mummy System!-Chapter 45: MORNING ROUTINE WITH DADDY

She climbed back into bed, curling up on the other side of Uriel. The wolf’s warmth radiated through the blankets, and she could feel the steady rhythm of his breathing.

Within moments, Uriel was asleep.

His wolf form relaxed completely, his large chest rising and falling in deep, slow breaths.

Lin Yue was still awake.

She couldn’t just sleep after all that.

The room was a mess.

Blankets were tangled on the floor. The white noise tablet had been knocked off the bedside table.

A half‑empty bottle sat on the dresser, and clothes they had shed in desperation were scattered across the chair.

She slid out of bed carefully, not wanting to wake either of them, and began to tidy. She folded the blankets, placed them back on the bed. She picked up the tablet, set it on the table. She gathered the clothes, folded them, laid them over the chair. The quiet work soothed her frayed nerves.

When the room was finally in order, she found herself drifting toward the balcony doors. She slid one open and stepped out into the cool night air.

The sky was clear, the two moons of Primus hanging low and bright. The garden below was quiet, the pond reflecting the light like a mirror. She leaned against the railing and let the night air wash over her.

[What are you thinking about?]

She did not startle at the voice. She had been expecting it. "Nothing much," she said quietly. "I think Auriel prefers his father more. Fell asleep instantly next to him."

[Haha, are you jealous?]

"A little," she admitted.

[Do not worry. Auriel is part beast, and so is Uriel. You could say Auriel has registered that connection with Uriel and has yet to recognize his human side. Once he does, he will be a clingy kid. You are his mother. He will be all over you once he realizes that.]

She smiled. "You think so?"

[I know so. On that note, let us talk about the growth phases for beastkin. Similar to their accelerated pregnancy, they grow just as fast. Nothing too alarming, but they grow faster than regular humans. Do not be too surprised when he starts rolling over earlier than you expect, or sitting up, or walking. His body will move quickly through the early stages.]

Lin Yue looked back through the balcony doors at the wolf and the baby, both sleeping peacefully. "He was born on Quarta, the sixth day of the Warming Tide season," she said. "I remember the nurse saying it was a good time for births. Mild weather, long days."

[Warming Tide is a season of growth. It suits him. He will thrive.]

She leaned against the railing, watching the moons drift slowly across the sky. "I still cannot believe he’s here. A week ago, I did not even know his father’s name. Now I have a son, a home, a future."

[And a rat to catch.]

She laughed softly. "And a rat to catch. One thing at a time, MS."

She stood there for a while longer, feeling the cool air on her face, listening to the quiet of the night. Then she slipped back inside, closed the balcony doors, and crawled into bed beside Uriel. His wolf form radiated warmth, and she pressed herself close, letting the steady rhythm of his breathing pull her toward sleep.

Morning came, but Lin Yue did not notice it. She was still curled on her side, her face half buried in the pillow, her breathing deep and even. She had not moved since they had finally fallen asleep.

Uriel woke to a sharp yank on his fur.

It hurt.

MNot a gentle tug, but a real pull, like something had grabbed a handful of skin and twisted. He opened his eyes and looked down.

Auriel was lying beside him, one tiny hand wrapped firmly around a patch of fur on Uriel’s forearm. The baby’s grip was astonishingly strong for something that size.

His gold eyes were wide open, fixed on the fur with intense curiosity.

Uriel watched as Auriel’s other hand came up, grabbing another tuft of fur. The baby’s face was serious, focused, like he was conducting an important experiment. Then his gaze shifted, moving from the fur to the larger shape beside him, and then to the other shape on the other side.

Lin Yue’s hair was spread across the pillow, dark against the white sheets. Auriel’s attention fixed on it. His hands loosened their grip on Uriel’s arm.

Uriel shifted quickly, his form shimmering as he changed back to human. He scooped Auriel up before the baby could reach for Lin Yue’s hair.

"Let Mummy rest," he whispered. "Daddy will handle your morning routine." 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

Auriel’s face scrunched up, ready to protest.

"You fussy baby," Uriel added, carrying him toward the bathroom. "We should let her sleep."

Mira had left instructions.

A list, actually, neatly written on a data slate propped against the sink. Uriel had looked at it once, then again, committing it to memory.

Step one: Bathe.

Step two: Dry.

Step three: Lotion.

Step four: Five minutes massage.

Step five: Dress.

Step six: Comb.

He filled the small basin with warm water, testing the temperature with his wrist the way Mira had shown him. Auriel squirmed in his arms, his legs kicking.

"You will like this," Uriel told him. "Babies like warm water."

Auriel did not seem convinced. But when Uriel lowered him into the basin, his tiny body relaxing against the warmth, his fussing slowly coming to a stop.

Uriel held him steady with one hand and used the other to splash water gently over his small chest. "See? Not so bad."

He washed Auriel carefully, working around the soft spot on his head, cleaning between his tiny fingers and toes. The baby let out a small coo, his first happy sound of the morning.

When the water began to cool, Uriel lifted him out and wrapped him in a soft towel. Auriel squirmed again, but the towel was warm, and Uriel dried him quickly, patting him dry the way Mira had shown him.

Next came the lotion. Uriel warmed it between his palms before smoothing it over Auriel’s skin, working it into his arms, his legs, his belly.

The baby’s movements became slower, sleepier.

"Five minutes massage.." Uriel said, recalling the instruction. He rubbed Auriel’s back gently, working the small muscles. The baby let out a soft sigh.

Then came the clothes.

A small onesie, soft and pale blue, with snaps that Mira had shown him how to close.

Uriel managed it on the second try.

Finally, the comb.

Auriel’s hair had grown since his birth. What had been a dusting of white fuzz was now a soft layer of platinum blonde, lighter than Uriel’s, almost silver in the morning light. It covered his whole head in a fine down.

Uriel took the small comb and worked through it gently, smoothing it down. Auriel’s eyes were half closed now, his body limping against his father’s chest.