Bidentate – Having two teeth

Luna's P.O.V

"Oh, sweetheart, don't cry," Rolf crooned, rubbing my shoulders.

"I'm scared. Lorcan won't stop crying, and-"

"I know, darling. I know. He'll be fine. Trust me, he will."

I don't argue; just squeeze his hand, hard. I hate sitting here so uselessly, hearing my baby cry like that.

"Rolf, I'm going-"

"Again? Darling, there's nothing you can do!"

I ignore him, walking into Lorcan and Lysander's room, and lift Lorcan up. I cuddle him close, starting to sing a lullaby. He opens his mouth wide to shriek again.

"Oh! Oh, Lorcan, you're okay! Rolf! Rolf, he's teething! Look, our baby boy has teeth."

Rolf comes in, hugging us both. Lorcan showed off his two new teeth, mouth wide as he wailed. But I wasn't scared anymore. I hadn't done anything wrong. My baby was just growing up.