Jul 16, 2008 22:01
Mab gently ran her hand over Brennan’s hair as they sat together on the couch and watched Finding Nemo yet again. They both loved it, so there was no pain in the watching. It was beautiful and the story was well done. As she kissed the top of his head, she was struck by the fact she never got to hold his first son like this. It wasn’t a new sensation, it had haunted her time and again since she had adopted Brennan. But, the truth was, it made her value him that much more. Because she knew that she could lose him, lose these precious tender moments. Would, probably, when he hit his teenage years. She’d miss it. And so she settled in to adore this for while she had it.