Conmoréna

Margo smiled down at her newborn babies. The young infants had just fallen asleep against her bosom, as they had just been breastfed. With obsidian hair, tan skin and golden brown eyes, the young girls were truly a beauty to behold. Raven and Rebekah… two beautiful names for two beautiful girls. Just as she about to put her daughters down to sleep, she heard a series of clicks before the door swung open. She smiled warmly at the mocha toned man that walked in, her chocolate eyes shining. The muscular man stood about six-foot-five and was dressed in a military uniform with a gray duffel bag slung across his shoulder. His amber eyes were dull and tired looking, his obsidian hair slick with sweat.

Shifting over, she motioned for him to sit in the space beside her. Once he was seated, she carefully placed young Raven into his arms. She saw his lips camber into a weary smile and his eyes misted over as he gently stroked the infant's face with his finger before looking to the other that rested in the caterer's arms. "What are their names?" the soldier questioned in a hushed tone, being careful not to stir his children from slumber. The woman softly replied, "The one you're holding is Raven; and this one is Rebekah." Kissing the noirettes, he was reminded of Delle. "Where's Luke and Delle?" the newly mothered woman simply said, "They're probably out with Rita." Humming in agreement, he shifted the baby in his arms so that he could hold her against him. Feeling her kiss him on the cheek as she moved closer, he smiled. A moment of silence ensued before he heard his wife croon, "Welcome home, Suneil."