In response to Agatha Doyle's prompt - Write about the arrival of Watson's first child *grabs box of tissues*
Thank you to all of my reviewers.
This is a very depressing drabble…
A High Price
Life is a fragile thing. All too often cut short. And Mary's life was cut short so suddenly…. A tear rolls down my cheek. The baby I am holding gurgles happily, unknowing. She, for it is a she, reaches out her tiny hand towards me. I force myself to smile.
It's amazing to think that I helped make this perfect creature. I can see none of myself in her, but this is probably a good thing. Her wide eyes are blue – Mary's eyes.
The warmth of her body against mine is a great comfort. It came at a high price.