A Far Off Dream
"Our ten year old boy…"
At which point he was struck with a vision.
The image of a young boy on a meadow appeared before him. His sneakers and jeans covered in a thick coat of mud from playing in the murky stream and its banks behind him. His pale skin tinged with a tan from the scorching sun above. A crop of messy brown hair in desperate need of a trim sprouted from the top of his head. His lips were curled into something a cross between a smile and a smirk. His striking blue eyes shone with intelligence and cunning but where also filled with the sweetness and innocence to get away with his latest mischief.
His son.
Their son.
He was entirely glad that he was looking away from his team at that exact moment; he could only imagine the look upon his face. He was so shocked he almost dropped his tennis ball.
He berated himself for allowing her to sit next to him.
He could feel her arms wrap around him from behind, a bump at the small of his back alerting him to another pregnancy. He could feel her breath on his neck and the soft kiss just below his ear.
It was so real.
"…does not have a drinking problem or sclerosis." Her voice continued pulling him to the real reality.
He shook his head to sake the image but it persisted.
Continuing with the differential he deliberated about what the parents want from a kid. And in describing the perfect kid various images passed through his mind relating to the boy who appeared before him. He glanced at Cameron once as he but it was too much, he had to turn away before it sounded too personal and he began to describe the boy he'd seen in detail and propose they get started right away on Wilson's desk.
Not a bad idea actually, he thought and considered how fast he could clear the desk and throw Foreman and Chase out, beating them over the head with his cane if necessary.
Though he sounded sarcastic and generally down at the thought of a kid, some part of him yearned to see a picture of a purple cow on his fridge, a room full of trophies and certificates and the warm hugs after good report cards.
Especially if the kid was Cameron's as well.
He frowned at her when she halted before leaving, seeing a familiar pair of eyes in a different face.
"My parents loved me unconditionally." He said a little harshly, not wanting to alert her to his train of thought.
As we will love our son, he thought to himself.
"Get outta here."
His eyes followed her past him before the looked to the floor. If he closed them he could feel the warmth of the sun, her arms around him and the sounds of their giggling son.
A far off dream.