392 A Baby

At Cordon Castle

"How was it?" Nikolai teased Darius who was currently busy making a wooden rocking chair inside his workshop. He was aware that his friend was fond of building things, but it was unfortunate that he was simply not good at it.

"Damn! I still can't get it right," Darius helplessly muttered, the chair in front of him refusing to rock smoothly. "I want a rocking chair for Xenia that I made so she can sit there once our baby is born." 

Nikolai chuckled, "Just have your best man in the field do it. Or you can just buy one…"

"But I want to make it myself," Darius grumbled with a pout. "I just wish Osman was here… I miss that man. He's the best at building things and making structures."

"I'm sure you'll find him soon," Nikolai reassured him. "The search is still on, right?"