Another week went by and Delilah was slowly being acknowledged by Zarkon at last. Zarkon didn't dislike her much anymore. Elara was still protective of six month old Delilah, at six months old, she's still pretty tiny because she was born premature. Right now, Elara was in bed at night with Delilah, belly down on her chest, drifting off to sleep. Elara missed the days she did this when the other were tiny little newborns, especially Koltor, her little rainbow baby.

As Elara was starting to doze off, Zarkon entered the room and woke them both up. Delilah started fussing a little and Elara bottle fed her daughter even though she was exhausted.

"Give her to me, I'll feed her." Zarkon said.

Elara handed Delilah to Zarkon and smiled at the sight of him bottle feeding her.

"You're starting to like her aren't you?" She chuckled.

"Yes... she's cute." Zarkon mumbled.

"Yes she is." Elara said.

"Because she looks like me." he said.

Elara laughed a little soon Delilah finished her bottle, Zarkon burped her, put her to sleep, and put her in her nursery.

"Thank you." Elara said.

"For what?" Zarkon asked as he got into bed.

"For giving her the love she deserves." She said, smiling happily.

"She does deserve it, you do too. I haven't been the best father to her or the best husband to you at all." Zarkon said sadly.

"It's ok Zarkon. She knows she's loved and I know I am too. Let's not dwell in the past." Elara said.

"You're right now let's get some sleep." Zarkon said as he snuggled with her.

About half an hour had passed.

"Zarkon?"

"Elara?"

"I can't sleep."

"I guess I'll have to tire you out."

"Oh dear..."