by Adair, Mary
Raven slowly pushed the door open and peeked at the bed against the far wall. Linen drapes floated on the breeze, which carried with it the fragrance of the island. He stepped into the room and hesitantly approached his sleeping wife. She had been through so much with him to get to this point.
She lay on her side, her golden curls spread across the lacy pillow covers. His son nuzzled contentedly at her breast. He noticed the thick black curls and grinned as he sat on the edge of the bed. Lifting a soft golden curl from his wife's pillow, he brought it to his lips. Dawn opened her eyes and smiled. He couldn't resist kissing her.
His son squirmed and suckled harder, eliciting a happy chuckle from his mother. "I told you he would have black hair."
"And eyes as blue as yours. Have you seen his eyes?"
"Of course I have. And you will see them soon."
"I love you."
"I know."
"I could not have lived without you."
"I know that too. But you no longer have anything to worry about." She pulled her son from her breast. He opened his eyes and batted his plump little arms in frustration at the interruption. Dawn handed the tiny bundle to Raven. "Here is our son, our little Johnny."
Raven took his son and pulled back the blanket so he could count the toes and tickle his plump belly. Johnny's brow furrowed as his eyes studied the new face. "Oh, my." Raven smiled as he brought a tiny fist to his lips. "His eyes are blue. But they're darker than yours."
"They won't be for long, "she answered confidently and pushed herself up.
With a last gentle kiss to the soft cheek, Raven handed his son back to Dawn. He watched as she bravely offered her breast to the groping little mouth. Never had he known such happiness or peace. The sight of Dawn gazing into their son's blue eyes, as she caressed his midnight black curls, would forever stay in his heart. Never again would he doubt her gifts nor hesitate a moment when she warned of danger.
He laughed and Dawn looked up.
"I was just thinking. He has your eyes and he may have inherited my black hair, but it's soft and curly like yours. I think he took more from you than me. And that leads me to believe that with your propensity for trouble, there is a good possibility that our son may have inherited that trait as well. The rest of our lives will be anything but dull."
The End
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