Disclaimer: Hello my names Ted Elliot and these are my characters……OK well maybe not, but a girl can dream can't she?

AN: Wrote this so you can make up your own mind who the father is…..guess it didn't really turn out that way though

First fic in ages, like months so please R&R be as mean as you like…..let it all out.

Trust and Belonging

She cradled the tiny being in her arms. The little person that was half her, and half you.

He had her eyes, eyes that spoke of that complex intelligent, naivety. Eyes that trusted, just like Elizabeth's. Something you had to learn how to do, something she, as your wife, taught you how to do.

But just as your life was now entwined with both your spirits, so was the little boy.

He had your smile, she would always call it the "cheeky smile" the smile that made her weak, made her surrender. You'd have to teach him that when he got older. Like you'd teach him how to handle a sword. And eventually, without her knowing of course, you'd teach him how to attract the women, so he could end up just as lucky as you. You could barely believe it, that after everything, she had bought you life, and you'd captured something so beautiful.

"Hello love" You whisper as you walk up slowly behind her, kissing that part of her neck.

She turns to smile at you, and you can feel her heart melting into yours, as yours was into her. You kiss her, and taste her, vanilla, and perfume, and rum melding with the taste of the sea.

Just as you begin to forget time with her again, your son moans in her arms, demanding attention.

She lets out that delicious laugh as you take him from her "Just like his father" she says.

He fits perfectly into your arms, and you feel trust, you feel trusted, you feel belonging. You feel oceans away from the freedom that was so lonely.

"Hello Beastie" You say.