A/N: Um, not much to say this time actually. Enjoy :)


L is for Lloyd

Lloyd is born in late June, on a day that's at least twenty degrees hotter than it should be. Kratos doesn't remember much of the town they were in at the time, or the other people there. Most of the day is a blur of Anna screaming and cursing him, of the nurse's reassuring tones, of the painful grasp on his hand that Anna tightened with every 'push' from the doctor.

What he does remember, quite vividly though, is looking at his son for the first time. And what he does remember about that day, is that for the first time in a very, very long time, he looks down at this little human and can think of nothing more to say than three simple words.

"He's perfect, Anna."


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