\u201cYou know,\u201d Teague whispered to his son, \u201cwhen I met your mum in Chicago, it was chance\u2014maybe it was fate. I didn\u2019t see her, she didn\u2019t see me. We walked right into each other. Then I saw her face and thought, \u2018oh fate, how could you be so cruel?\u2019 I knew your mother before we\u2019d ever met. I knew her touch, her voice, how she would look.\u201d His voice trailed away as he stared at his son in the moonlight. \u201cI had loved her in a life long gone,\u201d he said in a voice barely audible. \u201cAnd I love her still.\u201d<\/p>\n
His lips brushed against his son\u2019s downy hair and he shifted the babe in his arms, starting to pace the floor.<\/p>\n
\u201cCouldn\u2019t sleep?\u201d<\/p>\n
Teague startled and turned, staring at Kira in the dim light of the fire, silhouetted in the doorway to their room. He smiled weakly. \u201cNo, not well anyway. Seamus started fussing, so I brought him out here so he wouldn\u2019t disturb you.\u201d<\/p>\n
She nodded and drifted across the floor to him, wrapping both of her arms around one of his and resting her head on his shoulder. She peered down at the bundle in his arms and sighed softly.<\/p>\n
\u201cI woke up and you weren\u2019t there,\u201d she said softly. \u201cI was having a nightmare. I\u2019d hoped that you were just out here, and you were.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat kind of nightmare?\u201d Teague asked, heart turning to ice in his chest.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe terrible kind,\u201d Kira murmured. \u201cThe kind with nameless, faceless evils that don\u2019t make sense. I woke up and you weren\u2019t there, so I worried\u2014worried that it meant something, that wasn\u2019t just a dream.\u201d<\/p>\n
He took a slow, deep breath. \u201cPerhaps it was only that. Just a dream.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI hope so,\u201d she whispered, rubbing her cheek against the cotton of his shirt. \u201cGods and monsters, do I ever hope so.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
\u201cYou know,\u201d Teague whispered to his son, \u201cwhen I met your mum in Chicago, it was chance\u2014maybe it was fate. I didn\u2019t see her, she didn\u2019t see me. We walked right into each other. Then I saw her face and … Continue reading