He was beautiful, just as she had known he would be. And though any self-respecting parent would always say so, Anne would be the first to say that her son looked just like his father. Asleep, he was breathing soft and she was stroking light fingers over his forehead, just smiling when she felt Sam before the door peeked open.
She didn't turn right away, drinking in a last look at her son before she finally did turn, more at the sound of Sam yelling than anything, shock written all over her face. That was until the holy water caught her in the middle of her greeting and she coughed, then spluttered just a little, hands coming up to push the water down before she waved a hand and fixed her sweater and hair in one smooth motion.
"Sam?" She took a step toward him, silently questioning his sanity. "Are you okay?"