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24. Trophy

It was a Friday when Elizabeth was rushed to the hospital, clutching her belly as birth-pains began to pulse. Will arrived moments after she did, breathless and wind-blown. They were both whisked away to a delivery room where all but her belly, Will, and the doctor ceased to exist for Elizabeth. Seven hours later, a brand new baby boy was brought into the world.

Two hours passed before the pair of new parents were left alone, the warm bundle of blankets and youth tucked firmly in the father's arms.

Will couldn't keep his eyes off the babe, enamored with the dark fringe of eyelashes, the innocent little mouth, and the wisps of dark curly hair. He would sit, utterly content, for hours simply staring and staring.

Elizabeth did not contest the fascination, content to watch her two boys from the large hospital bed. Lunch had only just arrived and, surprisingly, the aromas wafting from the warm tray were tantalizing.

The first bite of roasted turkey was heaven as the spices and juices filled her mouth. Judging from the lack of food in the last nine hours, she hadn't thought food could taste so wonderful. But then, she hadn't exactly been feasting while in labor.

"Elizabeth!" The urgent tone to his voice sent the delicious morsel of food straight down her throat.

"What? What is it?"

He stepped across the room gingerly, holding the new babe out at least six inches from his waist as though he might break it by contact. "The baby!"

She reached out and brushed away the soft blue blanket from the young face, expecting the worst. The tone of his voice did not sit well with her. It could only have been something horrible to trigger such a reaction.

But the child was fine, looking up at them curiously with his large blue-gray eyes.

"What is it, Will?"

"He opened his eyes! Did you see?" The baby blinked again and Will leaned in close, adjusting his position to allow her a better view. "His eyes, do you see them?"

"Well, yes…" Elizabeth glanced to her husband, concern wrinkling her eyebrows. "That…that was it?" It couldn't be it, could it?

He didn't answer, too busy running the tip of his finger over the smooth skin on the baby's cheeks.

"Will?" she prodded gently.

"He's beautiful, Elizabeth," He breathed at length.

A wide grin encompassed her face. "Yes, he is. Just like his father."

"More like his Mum, I'd say." Will flashed her a brilliant smile and kissed the top of her head.

Though she appreciated the kiss, she had to disagree about where the child's appearance originated. "He's got your chin, and your eyes."

"Whatever Mum says." Again, a kiss was dropped on the crown of her head. "Honestly, we deserve a prize or something. A trophy, perhaps."

"A trophy? Whatever for?" Childbirth was unpleasant but how many other women across the globe had birthed their children in far less pleasant circumstances. She was rather blessed to have had very few complications in labor, especially considering her family's medical history.

His ever-present grin grew. "For making such a beautiful child."