The touch is welcome, easing his nerves, before her teeth brush his skin. His pelt quivers, ripples roll through his sienna hair, displacing his complacent look. The child, his child, their child was remarkable to behold. Each piece was carefully formed and placed, sculpting a tiny youth. Everything was perfect, from his silvered wheat coloration, to his gangly limbs. Killdare felt promise with his child, his boy, his son. A chance for new beginings, of better circumstance for them both.
The moment passes until he speaks, his discount causing a smear of contempt on his lovers face. She was as displeased with his response as he was with the catastrophic name he had heard. I spark he had not meant to light had burned, he looked between the two. The boy, it seemed, was to be plagued by his mother’s silver tongue as well. She rebukes him, throwing words at his ears with her fallen notes, slicing at his brain. Call, him? Anything but that. The other children what would they say? He would be outraged at the first jape, he would blush at the queer looks to follow. She doesn’t budge, had he expected her to? Did he think he could dissuade a speaker? He didn’t, she wouldn’t be convinced otherwise and he knew it. Let her call him what she liked, warm air freeing itself from his sniffer. A grunt accentuating its discharge, he rolled his shoulders a haughty shrug. ”As you like,”he relented though still not pleased with the decision.
Did she question his love for the child, his like of the newborn babe? She had. He tossed his head, shaking it up and down, adjusting his bulk from standing so stiff. ”Of course he is delightful!” Hurt by her need for that reassurance, as if he could think any less of the tot just because of a name. ”He is wonderful, I couldn’t be more pleased. Have the name, makes no matter.” As if to prove some point he lowered his chiseled face to the lads flank, a gentle lipping over the downy hairs. He was a father, a better father than his had ever been, he would treat the boy as he should be treated. ”Hello my son, and welcome to our home.
What was one name in the end? She couldn’t possibly think up anything worse in the future.
Oh Killdare, you silly, silly man.
Dutiful Soldier|Lieutenant of the Chamber
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