Unexpected Blessing
Jean-Luc held her in his arms. She was so small. The little wisp of hair on her head matched that of her mother, auburn. She yawned, her mouth opening impossibly large.
He looked up, his eyes locking with the woman he'd trapped as a teen. Her beauty still sparkled even as she sunk back against the biobed in post-labor exhaustion. He carefully placed his newborn daughter into her mother's arms, still marveling at her tiny perfect form.
The bridge could wait while he watched mother and daughter bond.
It was an unexpected blessing.
And Jean-Luc wasn't thinking about his hair.