I do not own Death Note though please enjoy this story I have written for it.
I held him in my arms, he was so beautiful. His white curls reminded me of my black like yin and yang. He was part of me. He didn't cry like the others, he was quiet and attentive, he payed attention.
He had my grey black eyes and was dressed in tiny white pajamas and socks. His miniature hand grabbed my shirt as I held him closer. I sat down in the rocking chair, holding my infant son, I wanted to hold him forever he was magical, he wasn't like all the other babies, he was special. A smile crossed my face and then a tear as Watari took him from my arms, I knew I couldn't keep him but he was my son, and I wanted a few more moments with him.
"Watari please?" I asked softly. The old man turned to me I knew he didn't want me getting too attached but he couldn't deny me this. Gently he was given back to me. I kissed his forehead and stroked his baby soft hair.
"Nate River Lawliet." I said.
"Near."