"Oh, each and every day a bit of destiny."
- from "Love and Gasoline" by Donna the Buffalo
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"I was wrong," Alek says softly.
"About what, love?"
He strokes the soft skin of his newborn daughter's face. "This was my destiny."
Deryn snorts, as she always does when he talks about destiny. But she kisses him, also. Rests her head on his shoulder. He holds her close.
They watch tiny, perfect Sophie sleep, too exhausted and excited to do the same themselves.
It's amazing, really. He has never felt such love as he does for this child. His child.
"Your destiny," Deryn says eventually.
Alek nods. "Without a doubt."
"Good," she says. "You can change her nappies, then."
