Just a little drabble I did for a contest on deviantart.

I'm not sure what it was exactly that roused me from my sleep, but I do know that I awoke with a sense of unease in the pit of my stomach. My mind told me it was just an already forgotten nightmare, but I've always been a woman of instinct, no matter how irrational my actions may seem to anyone else. Call it mother's intuition if you will, but I knew my thoughts wouldn't settle if I didn't go check on my infant son.

My mother insisted from day one that I set up the nursery right beside my bedroom, but being the stubborn woman that I am, I argued that the baby's room should be the biggest on the floor, even if it was located at the opposite end of the corridor than my own. I cursed myself mentally as I crept through the dark hall of Capsule Corp., conscience of the hour and not wanting to disturb anybody else in the house. The slight unease in my stomach twisted into a painful knot as I walked up to the wide open door of my son's room. I have a made a point, every single night since his birth, of closing his door behind me so as to help maintain the perfect temperature of the nursery. Heart beating in my throat, I peered into the room, clutching my hand in a tight fist around the neckline of my nightgown.

To say I was unprepared for the sight before me would have been an understatement. My breath caught in my throat and I sprang back into the dark hallway as if I had been struck. I exhaled deeply through my nose as I pressed myself against the wall directly beside the door frame. Cautiously I peeked my head into the room and blinked twice, trying to register in my mind that the sight before me was, in fact, really happening and not some sort of strange dream.

The light from the stars shining into the window made shadows across the face of the proud prince as he stood peering out of the glass. His body was turned slightly, mostly facing away from me, but I was able to see clearly the rise and fall of the tiny chest of my sleeping son, nestled carefully in his father's arms. I don't know how long I stood there watching them, but as I walked back down the hall to my room I couldn't help the smile that was plastered across my face. Every doubt and concern I had felt since learning of the pregnancy seemed to slip away, replaced with the image of a father and a son. I knew the road ahead was still going to be difficult, but as I climbed into bed, for the first time, I felt hopeful for my son's future, all because of a little good timing.