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“The generational trauma.”
“And just how do we do that?”
“I told you. Astrology. Or rather parentology,” Lucy corrected. She fixed him with a gaze that said without words, ‘Don’t betray me.’
“We both agreed we need to put our child first.” She waited until Anwar gave an almost imperceptible nod. “Your parents believed in raising you in a strict environment. It wasn’t right for your personality. Parenting is tricky but doesn’t have to be a guessing game. By knowing a little about our offspring’s classic characteristics, we can gain insight into what drives him. We can get a head start and give him one too. We can learn how to make things easier and help him to thrive.”
He looked at her and rolled his eyes. “Depending on his horoscope?” Anwar brushed some lint from his jacket. “Next, you’ll tell me to put my faith in tea leaves,” he said tonelessly.
“You can relax,” Lucy said, ignoring him. “Your Libran child will be a neat freak like you. So don’t stress. There won’t be many toys left lying around to spike your perfectionist streak.”
“I know. I have servants for that.”
“And Librans are peacekeepers—this bodes well for his role of maintaining harmony in the kingdom. And the Libran child loves to be social. He will welcome people to the Kingdom and help keep Avana on the world stage. But we must put extra caution around him—lest he gets steered toward unsavory strangers. Because the Libran child is trusting.”
Anwar’s arms crossed over his chest, restrained strength pouring through them. “So he will be naive.That worries me.”
“Your Libran son will see the best in people. Looking for what's wrong in others only amplifies the worst. You should know the danger of that better than anyone," she said. "Every time someone sees an Arab board a plane, they think they’re a terrorist. Anyway, your guards will protect him,” Lucy said. “Besides, the Libran child is loved by one and all. He’ll be balanced. Sociable. And kind.Genuinely kind. Not pathologically, narcissistically, manipulatively kind,” she added. “Making friends will never be an issue for our child.”
“What did you mean when you said my parents didn’t raise me according to my personality,” Anwar asked.
“You’re a Taurus. What can I say?" she shrugged, splaying her hands wide.
“Enlighten me," he said fiercely.
“You’re strong, independent andwilful.But you are also soft-natured and loving. Taurean children love to snuggle up to their parents for warmth and a secure feeling. You didn’t get any of that growing up. Imagine if you had, you wouldn’t be carrying around all that generational trauma. You might’ve been more creative if your parents had raised you according to your astrological sign.You might have been an artist!Instead, your obsessive need to always be in control and determination for things to go how you desire has made you stubborn.”
“I am not,” Anwar said, stomping his foot.
“Prove it,” Lucy said calmly. “Let me raise our Libran son by the stars.”
Anwar frowned. His stern gaze fixed on Lucy’s beautiful face. “My son is a warrior, not a girl.”
“See what I mean," she said, sighing heavily. "You won’t even try.That’s so Cold War. Look at the planet. All this warmongering. Where has it got us?"
His dark brows furrowed into a troubled line."Nowhere.”
“Thousands of sons and daughters, strewn over battlefields, killed in wars they never wanted. Millions of people forced from their homes. A life of terror—is that what you want for your son? Worrying about whether your neighboring rulers will mount an invasion.”
"Of course not." He looked skyward as the first stars trembled into life in the indigo sky.
She felt the torch she carried inside her flame like a fire. "The Dalai Lama once said that we need more artists and healers on the planet.”
“The Dalai Lama lost control of his country,” Anwar said.
He argued about everything Lucy told herself. But in the matter of raising their son, she would not be defeated.
“The Dalai Lama’s prayers were no match for the Chinese Military’s armed invasion of Tibet. The fight was never fair. His country was stolen from him,” Lucy said. “Our son’s creativity, if nurtured, could lead to great innovation, and his gift for diplomacy could lead to a different way to ensure peace.”
“Could.”
“Would.”
“And you, Lucy? What of you? How will you help ensure the peace and prosperity of the kingdom your son will one day rule?”
“Art is the highest form of hope,” she said.
“Hope,” Anwar said sardonically.
