Disclaimer: Still own nothing.
AN:Okay, this is a short (really,really short) fic that came into my mind for no aparent reason. Let's see how this goes. Grammar/coherence mistakes are still a issue, but as usual, if you tell me where, I'll fix it.
Enjoy!
She looked down at his slumbering form and smiled to herself. He seemed immersed in a peaceful sleep, free of worries, fear or resentment.
She delicately caressed his cheek, silently wishing she could sleep like that. The way his lips curved in a ghost of a smile made Tess wonder if he was dreaming.
What would he be dreaming of?
She could spend the whole night like that, just watching him sleep and dwelling in the sensation of peace and tranquility she got whenever she was near him. It made her calm and serene.
Tess was often amazed by how much happiness she felt since he came into her life; how he could make her feel needed and complete and fulfilled.
It was one of the most strong, pure feelings she had ever felt towards someone; a level of love and adoration she had never experienced before. She had never cared so deeply for someone like that, and the sensation was consuming.
He was absolutely everything to her. He gave meaning to her life in so many different levels she had even questioned herself if she deserved him after all the bad things she had done in her life.
She tried not to think about it, though. She couldn't imagine her life without him anymore.
Tess kept admiring him; she cherished every little detail about him.
The curves of his face.
Perfect.
His fair, smooth skin.
Perfect.
His golden blonde hair.
Perfect.
His beautiful brown eyes, now hidden behind his closed eyelids.
Perfect.
To her, everything about him was absolutely perfect, and she loved him dearly. Smiling, Tess kindly kissed his forehead.
"I love you" she whispered.
At the musical sound of her voice, he slowly opened his eyes. Recognizing her, he gave her a childish grin.
She giggled "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you up. Go back to sleep" she said, and brushed a strand of hair from his forehead.
But he just stared at her with his big, warm brown eyes that held so much love and affection. She loved those eyes.
"Mercy?" a sleepy Oliver asked her, leaning on the door.
Tess looked up from the crib to smile at her husband "Hi" she said softly, and turned her attention back at the infant.
Oliver entered the room and went towards the crib, standing by his wife's side. He looked down at his six-week-old son and slightly ran a hand through his fair baby hair, wordlessly wondering if there was any chance his son's golden hair could turn into auburn, like his mother's. The thought made him smile.
"Is he okay, Tess?" he questioned, holding one of the baby's tiny hands in his.
She smiled again "He's perfect".
AN: So, I know this isn't my best. Please note, I'm not a mother, so its very difficult to me to try and write down the feelings of a mother towards her child. Please, read and review. Reviews help me so much :)