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4th April 2039
Time stood still as those piercing icy blue eyes stared back at him, leaving him wondering what that little mind of his was thinking. His untamed dirty blonde curls bounced with breeze, as unruly as his first cries where- wild, panicking, strong. And in that moment, seeing the love in his wife's tears, the life of his son through the wail of his breath, Jefferson Tracy was a proud man, no, he was a proud father.
28th October 2040
He'd wonder in the future if the reason for his second son's fascination with the stars was due to his brief posting on Mars during Lucille's pregnancy- the nights of standing in front of a telescope with Scott and bump number two must have made an impact he thought. It didn't matter though as he gazed into the galaxies his son had for eyes, those cerulean orbs where magical, certainly something he'd never forget. He chuckled softly as the platinum head was placed into his brother's waiting, and perhaps a little too eager, arms, Scott's giggles and greetings to his baby brother was a memory he'd cherish forever.
15th August 2041
He could remember the colour of the sky when Virgil was born- the sun was setting as myriad of golds, oranges and purples fought their way to the eyes of those who looked, the artists in everyone. The dark auburn hair of his third son seemed to be homage to the night he was born, surrounded by the warmth of family and love. The soft smiles of his eldest when they saw their little brother and Virgil's curious gaze back was a sight to behold; it was made picturesque when his beloved wife laughed along with her children.
14th February 2043
He'd always said his children's most mystical feature was their eyes- his precious youngest was no different. His vivid green eyes thrived with life when by all accounts, they shouldn't have- making them more magical than he could even begin to imagine. The soft rise and fall of his little chest was all he could watch as his other sons met their brother, the questions of 'why's' and 'what's' falling upon deaf ears as his heart beat just as strongly as those who came before him. His baby was a fighter and that made this moment more magical than anything.
12th March 2047
At only a few hours old, the baby in front of him was already the image of his beautiful mother, with his starry bright blue eyes and golden hair, he looked at the world around him in complete wonder. The soft rustle of the wind ruffled his baby son's hair, causing little laughs from his other boys, now 8, 7, 6 and 4 respectively. Surround by his family, now complete, Jeff smiled widely at his doting sons and stunning wife.