She hasn’t shown her face in years.
And somewhere deep inside—because he’s one of the ones who know her best, because he bears a scar from their first year of flying from her and because he still feels a phantom soreness in his arm where she used to hit him even to this day—that she probably never will show her face again.
Jay admits, he was angry at first. His mouth had dropped when his owl returned with his and Min’s wedding invitation in its beak and it was only then did he realise that Bekah never really told him where she was going. He stashed away that broom she gave him the night she left and felt a flash of underlying resentment when his former captain did not carry the intended spot of being his Best (Wo)man on his happiest day in his life thus far. And he feels it again now, when he did not see her face amongst the visitors who came to greet his son.
“He’s perfect, you know,” Min says with an exhausted smile on her face. Her hair is matted with sweat and there are dark circles under her eyes, but Jay swears she’s the most beautiful thing in the world.
“He really is,” he says, his grin nearly breaking his face in half.
He’s carrying his first child in his arms, and letting out shaky breaths as he stares down at the new life his wife bore him. He can’t believe how small the infant was, his little hand barely capable of clutching on to Jay’s index finger. The child’s grip on his pointer lets Jay know that one day, when he has grown, he’ll be stronger than anyone though.
Jay tries to take his hand back and chuckles when his son refuses.
No doubt, he’ll be stubborn, too.
“You should rest, Min,” he suggests to his wife, and though she initially opens her mouth to protest—because Min was like that—she flashes him another tired smile and nods slightly.
“Yeah, I guess I can do with a nap.”
Jay grins his usual cheesy smile. “Yeah… you did do some hard labour there.”
He steps back to avoid the slap Min aims for his shoulder.
“Goodnight, Jay,” she says, her voice displaying mock exasperation as she rolls her eyes at her husband. The smile threatening the corner of her lips and the way her eyes close as sleep overtakes her makes Jay’s heart flutter a bit.
“Goodnight, Min,” he says softly. He looks down to the sleeping child in his arms. “Goodnight, to you, too, Heejun.”
In Heejun’s sleep, his arm flails out to smack his father’s face, as if it were a punishment for his awful pun moments before, and Jay is momentarily incapacitated by his memories. Lifting a hand up to his cheek, he tries to remember just why a wave of déjà vu washed over him.
He almost laughs out loud when he realises it.
Rebekah Kim hasn’t shown her face in years.
Yet his son was turning out just like his godmother.
Elsewhere, a brunette witch feels the urge to smile and she does not know the reason why.
