Chapter 3 – Mother's Day
Darcy looked down at the bundle in her arms. He was beautiful, dark sapphire eyes, little turned up nose, and rosy lips.
He fussed about, opening and closing his mouth, searching like a little bird.
Stroking his messy mop of black hair, Darcy moved him into position, wincing slightly as he latched.
The endorphins kicked in, relaxing and soothing her body and mind. Closing her eyes, giving into the dozy feeling wrapping her up, she didn't notice they were no longer alone.
Loki kept as still, leaning against the door frame, watching. His stunning wife and their baby boy was the best view he could have hoped for.
They had survived so much trauma together over the last few years, but the birth of Daniel trumped even the day he finally ended Thanos.
"I can hear you thinking over there!"
Darcy's murmurings broke through his musings and his glazed eyes fixed back to hers, the same beautiful shade as their sons. She looked up and sleepily smiled at him.
The chill of Thanos's memory melted away under her gaze, she patted the cushion, and he joined her on the sofa.
Leaning over her shoulder he took in the sight of his feeding son, kissing her temple he whispered in her ear.
"Happy Mother's Day, darling"