The sun was playing on her golden hair, making it so bright it almost blinded him.
He bundled her in the blanket, closer to him, and closed his eyes, taking in the sun-warmed scent instead of sight.
They’d had their picnic, there was nothing urgent for him for hours - and even if there was, there was no phone here.
There was his wife, beautiful, gorgeous, close, and warm, and perfect. And there was him, entirely at her disposal, which right now was resting, with her, holding her.
This was time for them alone, and every moment of it was golden.
The house was quiet, but not the silence that echoed deserted - just the absence of two preteen boys. It meant that somebody was likely in the baby’s room, so he headed there, calm and easy.
And he paused at the doorway, still. It was the first time Flynn had heard what he was hearing now, and his heart tightened with the simple beauty of it. He stood there, watching the rays of the setting sun turning Roy’s curls a fiery gold while his lead developer held his son, gentle, loving, and sang him to sleep.
A bright Hawaiian shirt, shorts, scrawny old-man legs, wide-brim hat, long gray hair and beard, and huge sunshades - nobody unknowing seemed to suspect that the crazy-looking officiant that the radiant bride was walking to was the long-lost CEO of Encom, and father to the groom. They just assumed he must be some relic from Sam's exotic past, or even Cora's.
A bright, steady voice, practice over too many years, speaking the traditional words - "do you, Cora Cray, take this man" and so forth - and near nobody knew that a small, shaky voice in his mind echoed, "do you, Jordan Canas…"
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He bundled her in the blanket, closer to him, and closed his eyes, taking in the sun-warmed scent instead of sight.
They’d had their picnic, there was nothing urgent for him for hours - and even if there was, there was no phone here.
There was his wife, beautiful, gorgeous, close, and warm, and perfect. And there was him, entirely at her disposal, which right now was resting, with her, holding her.
This was time for them alone, and every moment of it was golden.
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The house was quiet, but not the silence that echoed deserted - just the absence of two preteen boys. It meant that somebody was likely in the baby’s room, so he headed there, calm and easy.
And he paused at the doorway, still. It was the first time Flynn had heard what he was hearing now, and his heart tightened with the simple beauty of it. He stood there, watching the rays of the setting sun turning Roy’s curls a fiery gold while his lead developer held his son, gentle, loving, and sang him to sleep.
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A bright, steady voice, practice over too many years, speaking the traditional words - "do you, Cora Cray, take this man" and so forth - and near nobody knew that a small, shaky voice in his mind echoed, "do you, Jordan Canas…"
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