Bettoni sat on the warm grass holding a beautifully chubby, bouncing baby boy. He had Zachery's dark, messy hair and her bright brown eyes. The little boy was agile and refused to sit still in her soft lap. Across the sunny courtyard, Zachery swung his wooden practice sword. The baby boy clapped his tiny hands together loudly. He wanted to go and train with his father."You're too little to hold a heavy sword," Bettoni scolded softly, pulling the squirming boy backward against her chest.The baby started crying a demanding wail, making Zachery drop his wooden weapon and jog over to bribe the angry boy with a sweet red apple."He's ready to start military training, Commandress," Zachery grinned playfully, handing the bright apple over."He's barely walking, Zachery!" Bettoni argued, slapping his arm. "He's just a tiny baby!""My son's a born warrior, Bettoni," Zachery countered, laughing deeply. "He needs to learn how to crush his enemies."They fought back and forth, distract
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