Glynda POV

"Waaaahhhhh!" (y/n) cried, "Shhh it's alright. You're alright." I said as I picked up the infant and began to rock him, but it didn't help much since he kept crying, "Well your diaper doesn't need to be changed, so you must be hungry." I said as I sat down and nursed him. It's been about two months since (y/n) was born, and I still don't know who his father is. Ozpin had asked me to take a "sabbatical" until I learned what happened to me. That was six months ago. "Damn it Oz I should be at work!" I said making (y/n) look up at me with his adorable (e/c) eyes, "All done sweetie." I said as he reached for the stray bit of hair that dangled off the right side of my head, "No no it's bedtime." I said as I put him back in his crib. "Look, sweetie," I said as I used my semblance to make all his favorite light projectors turn on. He stared up at the ceiling in awe. "Good night sweetie." I said as I kissed the top of his head, "I love you." I said as I walked out the door and gently shut it behind me.