Annie
I go down to the living room for a bit of exercise. I'm walking more since I can't stay in bed all the time. My baby is in his crib, so I'm not worried. I see my father enter the room, and when he sees me, he gives me a warm smile.
"Little fairy... what are you doing walking?" I smile tenderly. Only he calls me that. It seems everyone else preferred my nickname "butterfly," given by my godfather Lucien. It's a victory that often comes up when the two men feel like arguing over anything.
"Dad, I can't be lying down all the time. I gave birth to a baby; I'm not sick," I tell him, trying to make him understand that I need to return to my routine, which means trying to live normally within my limits.
"I don't know. I'd say you should spend the entire recovery period resting in bed."
