Forty-four – 03

[This post is from Cameron’s point of view.]

I have got to be the luckiest man in the world.

“You know, I never thought this would happen,” Neve said as she gently soaped Anne’s hair. “Falling in love, having children. My brothers and Phelan always said it would but I never for a heartbeat actually believed them. I always thought that if I did eventually marry and have children it would be at my father’s whim, like it was with Seamus.”

A hollow spot opened up in Cameron’s stomach and he swallowed hard. “Even that ended up working out for the best, somehow.”

“Seamus is a lot more lucky than anyone gives him credit for—even he doesn’t realize how lucky he is.” Neve glanced back over her shoulder at him, smiling sadly for a moment. “And I’m glad of it.”

“Me too,” Cameron said softly. “He deserves it. All of you do.”

Neve laughed quietly and turned her attention back to their daughter. “Maybe. It’s nice to think so, anyway. We’re not saints though, Cam—we’re just on your side. That makes us seem different, maybe. I don’t know. Sometimes, I don’t think there’s a side of the so-called angels, you know? To borrow a phrase, anyway. We our dark sides and our things that we’re not proud of—entire wars weren’t not proud of.”

“I would be surprised if you didn’t,” Cameron said softly, watching her. It was as if a weight had suddenly settled across her shoulders, one he couldn’t shift away for her. A quiet sigh escaped him and she looked back again, her brow arching.

“What is it?”

He shook his head. “What’s past is passed, Neve. You can’t change it, only go forward. So what if something went wrong a long time ago. You’re on the right side now.” He tilted his head. “Or are you doubting that, too?”

“Not for a heartbeat,” she said fervently. “No. We’re on the right side of this. And even if I wasn’t? Well. My conscience wouldn’t let me be anywhere other than here.”

“Likewise.” Cameron rocked to his knees, careful not to jostle Artorius, and leaned in to kiss her cheek. “Now stop fretting. Tell me a story.” He glanced down at Artorius, then at Anne, and smiled. “Tell us a story.”

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2 Responses to Forty-four – 03

  1. shadocat says:

    “We our dark sides and our things that we’re not proud of—entire wars weren’t not proud of”

    We *have*?

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