Baby; William couldn't believe his eyes when he saw her, the two of them; the young girl had a head full of rich curls, blonde fading to dark brown, so much like her mother's. "Tommie?" He approached her slowly, offering a weak smile to the pair.
Tommie looked up from her daughter at the sound of her name. The child gave a soft moue of displeasure in response, though was quieted when her mother began bouncing her gently in her arms. Her eyes stayed fixed on William for a moment longer before she dropped her gaze, trying to pretend she didn’t notice him coming closer. It had been a risky idea to come back to New York and she knew it, she’d just hoped to maybe see him again, in passing. Now that he was here she didn’t know what to do. She’d abandoned her duties as both a Templar and as his lover… all out of fear.
Absently, Tommie brushed the delicate curls from the baby’s face. They’d been a dirty blonde when she was first born, but were slowly turning a dark auburn as she aged, framing angelic blue eyes. How could she have ever been afraid of this? But she had been. And because of it, she’d robbed both the man she loved and the daughter she’d come to adore their chance of knowing the other. Well, almost, she amended mentally, considering William was next to her again. “‘Ello, again,” she mumbled. Unsure of how to proceed she finally moved her daughter so as to offer her to her father, eyes still averted. ”Been callin’ ‘er Meredith.”