Restful Moments
A/N: This is separate from the books. This is a follow up to the movie.
Brilliant green swaddled the babe, keeping him warm against his mother's breast. His delicate features were buried into her dress, tickling his small nose. Once the fabric's soft tickle became too much for the infant's young skin to handle the boy let out a whine. His mother immediately lowered him, rocking her arms as soothingly as possible. She was comfortable in her bed with her son, keeping him close and admiring his little body.
As she watched her child she studied him. His face was very much like Howl's. He had a small upturned nose, a thin chin, and a tuft of Howl's black hair. His dark eyes were very much her own. Somehow his very dark, very little baby self had a rather mysterious look. Sophie could tell that he would be a good man one day, albeit a bit of a drama queen, as he stared back at her, his eyes mimicking her own wide expression.
"Magus," she whispered, "Magus Jenkins. That's your name, do you like it?" Sophie leaned down to kiss her son's forehead. "Father wanted to call you Aristotle, but he said Magus is good too."
As if on cue there was a soft knock on the door, and a tall figure made his way next to Sophie.
"Hello dear," Howl said, sitting next to her on the mattress. "How's Magus doing?" He wrapped an arm around her, pulling the two close.
"Magus is tired, lulled to sleep. Took a while, but he's been oddly reasonable today."
"That's a relief. If we lived in a town I think we would be kicked out from his crying."
"He's just like you then, a loud bugger."
"I'm not loud," he smiled, "I'm extra extroverted. Aren't I, Magus?" He winked at the sleeping babe.
Sophie rolled her eyes at her husband. Having a baby originally terrified him, but his one month old son and the man were very close. Howl adored Magus and she'd seen him rave about 'his completely magnificent son, who will probably break twenty-thousand hearts and explore America and become king, too' to clients.
"They'd also kick us out if we named him Aristotle," and she chuckled, "What a silly name."
Howl blushed, and she could feel his shoulders tense. "I disagree. He does suit his name though. Magus. I think it'll go down in history, you know?"
"I don't doubt that. But for now maybe he should just take a nap."
Howl nodded, "You should too. Papa will watch him for now." And he took the child in his arms. Just before he stood up he pecked her lips, "I love you."
"I love you too," smiled Sophie as she curled up under the covers.