O is for Obsessing
Ghastly jumped up from his chair. "Y-yes?"
"Tanith's calling for you."
He barely remembered the walk to the hospital room, but he did remember Skulduggery's light touch as he poked him inside and then closed the door a little harder then necessary. Tanith noticed the noise immediately, and scowled at him while he stood, dumb-founded, just inside the door.
She looked, politely, like she had just been thrown out to sea for two weeks, swallowed by a whale, then spit out again on a beach covered in hot stones before chased by police cars through an invisible bush.
"Well?! Are you just going to stand there gawking or are you going to meet your daughter?!" She demanded.
Nervously, he walked over to her side, and looked at the little bundle he only noticed when she pointed at it. "Your daughter." She stated again, a little calmer but still obviously irate.
He could see a small fist hanging onto the edge of the bundle, but not much else. The fist was red, angry. A fold of blanket covered her tiny face. Ghastly held his breath. Would she turn out like him…? He touched the blanket, softly, then moved the fold. His heart lept into his throat, then seemed to give out on him as he half-collapsed-half-sat on the edge of the bed next to Tanith.
Her hair was a soft blond, and her dark eyes watched him with her mother's gaze. No scars. No marks. Perfect.
Tanith looked at him like he might be sick. "Are you okay? I don't think I should let you hold her, you look like you'll drop her!"
Ghastly sighed, covered his eyes with a hand, and smiled. "I… I think I can manage."
"If you drop her…" Tanith didn't complete her threat. She didn't need to.
Obsess |əbˈses|
Verb [ trans. ] (usu. be obsessed)
Preoccupy or fill the mind of (someone) continually, intrusively, and to a troubling extent.
A/N:D'aww, I might have to make this into a full story. Or someone else can make it into a full story...?