04-23-2016, 03:38 PM
He felt stunned as the last sentence washed over him. "Maybe soon."
He laughed in his chest and his face split into a grin, his cheeks hurt it was so wide. He breathed deeply, feeling a contentedness wash over him. He looked at her through eyes brimming with love.
"Ahh Ayden. You cannot imagine how much I love you right now."
He would be a father again. Something deep inside him felt like it shifted, a need deeper than thought, than existence. As if this was his purpose, this was why he lived. To be a father, to be a husband. To raise a child, to teach him or her as they grew up into adulthood.
Life. It was painful and messy and hard. It was beautiful and joyous. The memory of Hayden was still strong. He would have a brother or sister. Or brothers or sisters, even! He remembered how proud he was of his son, of the man he had become even as his life was cut short. He remembered looking at his corpse, gazing down into his son’s face, finally at peace. His final words echoing in his mind as he wished his son relief. "Let go, son."
He did not wipe the tears from his eyes. You did well. My boy… you did so well.
Any new child would not, could not replace Hayden. But that didn't mean they wouldn't be loved.
He looked into Ayden's eyes, seeing beyond the contacts she wore. He saw his future.
And then for a moment, he looked away, letting himself imagine that future. And his eyes locked onto what seemed to be fiery blue icicles blazing from across the room.
His face hardened, eyes narrowing, jaw clenching with resolve, his own brown eyes angry and defiant. The future was here. He would fight for it.
He laughed in his chest and his face split into a grin, his cheeks hurt it was so wide. He breathed deeply, feeling a contentedness wash over him. He looked at her through eyes brimming with love.
"Ahh Ayden. You cannot imagine how much I love you right now."
He would be a father again. Something deep inside him felt like it shifted, a need deeper than thought, than existence. As if this was his purpose, this was why he lived. To be a father, to be a husband. To raise a child, to teach him or her as they grew up into adulthood.
Life. It was painful and messy and hard. It was beautiful and joyous. The memory of Hayden was still strong. He would have a brother or sister. Or brothers or sisters, even! He remembered how proud he was of his son, of the man he had become even as his life was cut short. He remembered looking at his corpse, gazing down into his son’s face, finally at peace. His final words echoing in his mind as he wished his son relief. "Let go, son."
He did not wipe the tears from his eyes. You did well. My boy… you did so well.
Any new child would not, could not replace Hayden. But that didn't mean they wouldn't be loved.
He looked into Ayden's eyes, seeing beyond the contacts she wore. He saw his future.
And then for a moment, he looked away, letting himself imagine that future. And his eyes locked onto what seemed to be fiery blue icicles blazing from across the room.
His face hardened, eyes narrowing, jaw clenching with resolve, his own brown eyes angry and defiant. The future was here. He would fight for it.