"Her vital signs are very healthy, and her indicators are much better than those of ordinary children. It's probably because of the Buccaneer Tribe bloodline. She hasn't filled out yet, but she looks more like her mother."
Newborns were usually wrinkled little bundles, sometimes ugly enough for even their biological parents to dislike. Aside from a little pink fuzz, little Bonnie was much the same as a little monkey right now.
"Looking like her mother is good. She wouldn't be pretty if she looked like me."
Bear did not care at all whom the child resembled. His already gentle eyes were full of fatherly love, though he also seemed somewhat at a loss.
"What, do you want me to teach you how to hold a baby?"
Bonnie being large for a baby only meant that she was slightly bigger than an ordinary infant. Overall, there was not much difference, and compared with Bear, she looked especially tiny.
Although she had inherited the Buccaneer Tribe bloodline within Bear, Bear himself was only half Buccaneer. By the time it reached Bonnie, only a quarter remained, so the effect was not particularly significant.
"Actually, I probably don't need to teach you. Just hold her carefully for now. I made you a new pair of gloves. Make do with them."
Because of his ability, Bear usually wore a pair of leather gloves. As long as something blocked the pads on his palms, it could restrict him from using his ability.
But Oran had made him a cloth pair instead. The texture was closer to skin, so the baby would not find them uncomfortable.
"Thank you."
"Don't be so polite. These are the post-operation precautions. Logically speaking, Ginny doesn't need to be this careful, but there's no harm in paying more attention. Rest for two