fruityoatybar (fruityoatybar) wrote in imaginationland, @ 2009-09-09 12:05:00 |
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Tiny little fingers, tiny little toes, tiny little everything. It was like he wasn't even real; like he was just a doll, or a dream. But he wasn't. He was really. He was really real, really there, tucked into the crook of his arms, wrapped in a soft, blue blanket, and looking completely perfect. "He's beautiful," Quinn whispered reverently. "He's so beautiful. Look at him. He's perfect." He couldn't even look away, he was so perfect. His lashes fluttered against his cheek and then his eyes opened, big and blue, and Quinn wanted to cry. It was like he was staring straight into his soul and it simultaneously terrified him and made him fall completely in love. "He's perfect," Connor agreed, sitting on the bed beside Quinn with an arm around his shoulder. He touched his cheek with his other hand, then laced his fingers with Quinn's. Quinn gave a wobbly smile when the little boy yawned wide and closed his eyes again. "I couldn't have ever imagined him being any more perfect," Quinn whispered. "...And he's ours. He's our little baby." Connor nodded and pressed a kiss into Quinn's temple, closing his eyes. "Our son." Those words made Quinn's heart pound and the tears form in his eyes, spilling over to trail down his cheeks. Their son. They had a son. He wasn't even sure he'd been this emotional at Camilla's birth. Maybe he'd just kept in mind then that for as active as they would be in her life as godparents, she wasn't their daughter. She was Lia and Jeremy's daughter. But him... He was their son. Those blue eyes opened again and Quinn gave the boy a teary smile, stroking his hair. "Hi there," he whispered. "We're your daddies. And we love you very much." |