[55 Days after The Migration]
Altera.
A new day had begun and the morning sun gently filtered through the curtains. Althea stirred in her cozy bed and, in her half-daze, she heard the soft and melodic giggling of babies that eventually pulled her from the depths of sleep.
Slowly, she opened her eyes and stretched her arms to completely remove the slumber out her system.
She slightly turned her head to the side, realizing her husband and the babies were on the floor cot, playing.
Her husband was wearing a comfortable cotton shirt and pajamas, but his back was straight and he had a stern expression on his face. It was as if he was studying a battle plan while cross-legged on the floor.
However, the difference was that even with a stoic face, the warmth in his eyes was overflowing.
