Bright blue eyes and dark, dark hair. He looked so good in his tiny suit. That time of year again, though little Nicky didn't know it yet. But the questions would come, when his mind was old enough to form them.
She'd been so devastated when Vash had told her the news, how he died and why. But now she was almost glad things had turned out the way they had. And he wasn't really gone. He never would be. Not really.
Millie smiled at her son and held him close.
"For a moment there, I thought I'd lost you."