“So…um…do you think he looks like me?” Though he had no reason to believe that Lydia would be unkind, he was still apprehensive.
It looks like a baby.
Oh, but that was unfair. She loved babies, and while this whole situation was unexpected and a bit overwhelming, there was no reason for her to be cold. She let out a deep breath and took a closer look at the swaddled infant. “Maybe, a little?”
“Just a little?” He grimaced a little before offering an agreeable shrug. “You’re probably right.”
Lydia sat next to him on the bed. “When Balgruuf’s children were born, all three of them looked exactly like him. It was almost creepy, his face on a baby.” She paused for a moment, not quite certain if she should continue in this vein. “Does he look like his mother?”
“Would be a terrible person if I wasn’t sure?” When Lydia gasped, he shook his head. “No, it’s just, he looks so squished and red and wrinkled. And she didn’t look like that.”
At this, Lydia couldn’t help but chuckle. “I understand.”
“I hope he does you know, look like her,” he continued. “Not for my sake, but for his.”