Do you think your daughter will have Doc’s eyes?
Alice’s existence was in a constant state of amorphous reality to Wynonna. Not her actual existence, no. That was the one thing that she knew for sure.
She had the stage view for that whole show so she was damn certain about that fact.
What often changed for her–in the sleepless hours where she couldn’t get her mind to stop running in fucking circles–was how Alice looked.
Sometimes her hair was dark as Henry’s with her eyes. Others she had bright, piercing blue eyes and her naturally dark blonde hair (it had darkened as she got older. Sometimes with the help of Lady Clairol.) Then there were even times where she had somehow inherited some long dormant streak of ginger hair that could rival Haught’s hair.
“I don’t know. They change sometimes, right? I heard that somewhere. That even if they have blue eyes when they’re babies it can change as they grow up.”
Unless she managed to put down each and every Godforsaken reverent, she’d never really know, would she?
“Whatever color they are I hope she only sees good things.”