Gold. Just as she had said they would be.
Ve stroked a hand over the faint, wispy curls at the crown of his daughter’s head, watching as her small chest rose and fell with her breathing.
His face had gone from aching to almost numb for how much he had been smiling, and as he turned his expression only briefly from the small bundle in his arms, he brought it up to meet Freyja’s, and found hers a bit more wearied, but much the same as she held their other daughter to her chest.
Two daughters. Twin blessings. Treasures both.
He knelt down beside his wife, bringing the infant in his arms to her vacant side to surround her in both their sleep-muffle coos. With a gentle lean he kissed her temple, nudging some of her still labour-frayed hair aside from her face with his nose. “You were right,” he murmured beside her ear.
The curl of her hair fell beside the babe he held, matching its soft yellow colour beside the child’s thin wisps in the light from the healing room window. Gold and sunshine, radiance and warmth, and all of it shared between them--born of their love and drawn, it seemed, from the purest parts of themselves.
“Priceless and treasured,” Ve said amid the three of them. “Hnoss and Gersemi.”
