Title:
Red Hair.Rating: 12 Summary: Warnings:
Pairing: Marian and her multitude of sins :D
Status of Fic: Completed ficlet
Author's Note: Just some silliness on my part that wouldn't leave me be until penned.
Disclaimer:
I do not pretend to own anything Robin Hood-esque…but I would like to steal it…Red Hair.
They both think that the child is theirs. Both look down into the miniature face and the wide, beautiful, clear blue eyes and imagine that they are seeing themselves mirrored there, peering back at them.
But in reality they are not.
When her husband returns from Nottingham weary from a days work and the Sheriff's constant needling and he greets her, child in her arms, upon the threshold of their marital home, he is not smiling down into the face of his daughter. He's not brushing her tiny pink cheek with his gloved finger.
When her childhood sweetheart climbs in through the nursery window as she is readying the baby for sleep and he asks quietly with a proud, slightly self-satisfied smirk whether he can hold her, he is not, in actual fact, taking his daughter into his arms. He is not cradling her head gently in his war scarred hands nor singing her a lullaby that his mother once sang to him.
But when she walks with her daughter through the courtyard of Locksley Manor taking in the fresh warm air that tells of a hot coming summer and he calls to her from where he is leaning up against the stable wall, arms crossed across his black uniform clad chest, when he tells her with a pleased grin that he's 'not being funny, but that babe's got his barnet' and she glances down with a small smile at the downy red curls, that she passes off to her husband and her sweetheart as a gift from further back down her mother's line of the family tree, that he is right.
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