Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the child, the nurse and the plot. The rest, I'm sure, has its own rightful owners
Father and Son
I looked down to the woman standing in front of me holding him in her arms. It's not in my nature to let feelings overwhelm me, but once or twice in my life it happened. This would probably become the third one.
I observed carefully the small human submerged in blue blankets. I blinked and he was still there. His miniature hands held tight into nothing and his perfect little feet insisted on kicking the simple plane air.
He didn't move much and seemed to me like he had been created with the simple purpose of standing there, in those blankets. But then he yawned and I knew I would never witness something so pure again. Three more years and I would tell him to never do that again, to cover his still childish and smiley mouth with his hands. Nevertheless, for the moment he was here and nothing would change that.
At these thoughts my lips curled involuntarily into a smile and for the first time I didn't care about what people could read in the lines of my expression. I was too high on that amazing, natural smell coming from his pale, fragile skin.
It was when my feelings mutated and I got petrified. He looked so red that I actually started believing it was hot in the middle of January, but that was also because I began sweating. Cold sweat was all over me. Profound, quick emotions crossed my erupting heart. I was confused. I felt failure, anxiety, incertitude and fear, deep irrational fear. I couldn't understand from where it had all come when just seconds before I was filled with peace.
I observed him burry his shin in his chest as his movements slowed down even more. For a fraction of second, I panicked. A yawn came and went again and I understood it. Peace returned to me.
I then dared to reach him with my dirty, hopeless, adult hand. I almost felt bad to be touching those unpolluted silk threads others like me called hair.
I felt selfish and I didn't want him to go to sleep. I still hadn't seen the two crimson wonders I was told he had. I knew I didn't have to see them to know they were perfect, however I would like to have a quick glance at them. If they were just a thousandth like mine I would already be the proudest man ever.
But he did fall asleep. The nurse showed impatience at last and stared back at me. I extended my arms. "Here's your son, Mr. Hiwatari."