Late Nights
By Moses74
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"You'll never leave me, will you."
I look down at him and lose myself for a moment in his eyes, those big, slate blue orbs. In the gloom of the early morning they are like negatives of pictures of the moon, dark disks set on bone white backgrounds.
It isn't a question, but I feel compelled to respond anyway.
"Never."
His fingers stroke my arms, run through my hair, which trails down my bare chest.
"Because you love me."
"Because I love you."
I cradle him closer to me, for emphasis. His lips purse, halfway between a blown kiss and a stern frown.
"I love you!"
I say it again, quickly, and bend to kiss him on the forehead, so he can't see my face. I hate it, this possessive jealous side he has, hate it and fear it. I could never leave him, can't imagine ever wanting to, but what might he do if I did think of it.
"Good."
His eyelids flutter, thick lashes beating like moths wings.
"Are you tired?"
"A little."
His lips curl up at the corners, making his wicked little grin. Gently, he takes my nipple into his mouth and tugs it.
"Again?"
"No. I'm tired."
He smiles up at me, and I feel my heart kick. I rock him gently, back and forth in my arms, crooning softly. Soon, he is still. I lay him in his crib, blanket tucked up to his chin, and watch him until sleep overcomes me, too. This gift to me. My angel. My child.
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