A.N.- This fic is the result of a StarsGoBlue and Kernezelda fic. After reading their recent collaboration over at Kansas, (The Mirror Crack'd - if you haven't read it yet, you must!) I was so traumatised I was compelled to write fluff just to get over it. Please be warned that fluff is not a genre that comes naturally to me. I love to read it but for some reason find it almost impossible to write, (hence the briefness) so as ever all mistakes and naffness are my own fault. Constructive criticism welcomed.
Rise and fall of a tiny chest
listen carefully for the whisper of breath
the flexing of tiny fingers
strong grip
so-soft skin
beautiful, rare blue eyes,
innocent, trusting gaze...
John thinks it's probably just as well that he'd already left his recorder and tapes with his dad. He'd have happily erased four years of accumulated rants and ramblings waxing eloquent on the perfection of his son.
Inhale deeply. Baby smell better than almost any other - new car, apple pie, it's up there on his list right next to the scent of Aeryn's hair.
Little D's perfect. Goofy grin, swaggering step, boastful bragging, puffed out chest perfect. He's got his mouth and Aeryn's brow and the cutest button of a nose John knows he didn't get from Rygel. He's a beautiful combination of his parents genes. A miracle in those terms and just about any other, but he's got his own personality and John can't wait to get to know him. To play and teach, argue and learn from him.
Gazing at his newborn son, John wonders at the sense of peace this moment brings. Even as he worries, is D' too hot, too cold, should he fetch another blanket or ask Pilot to lower the temperature a degree or two, he revels in the rightness of this moment, marvels at the twists and unexpected turns of his life that has led him to this point, this is exactly what he imagined for his life - plus maybe a couple more kids.
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