Note From the Author-- This is my 70th story. 70 people. Pardon my language but holy shit! I'm kind of amazed and baffled at the same time. Well anyway, this is a very short one shot that popped into my mind today. Hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer-- I don't own the characters of Tin Man
There were still times when he expected everything to fall in around him. Through his life he had learned that nothing was concrete and nothing was given, so at times he just waited to discover that it was all a dream and that he was really alone. He never did lose his hold; still he figured if it was a dream he would do just about anything not to wake up.
It had taken a long time to convince him that he should be allowed a little happiness. He always thought that maybe he just shouldn't have been allowed to love at all. After all, very little good seemed to come to those he loved. When he shared his thoughts with her she had only smiled; then she told him how wrong he was, because he loved her, and as far as she was concerned that was the best things that had ever come to her. It thrilled and amazed him even as he couldn't really believe it, but he could see it in her eyes. She believed it, and that mattered.
It had been two years since their wedding, four years since the eclipse, and five months since their son was born. Yet even after all that time there were still moments of doubt. Late at night when he couldn't sleep he was still afraid that it would all somehow disappear. But then the baby would make some small noise and DG would automatically stir. It was then that the woman in his arms and the child in the bassinet would remind Cain that it was real, and it was forever.