Fear Controls You {Birthing}

[Aedan]

It’s funny how quickly the fear and worry and anxiety of having a child melts away at the sight of him. Vita returns his embrace, and though there is so much he doesn’t know, it feels like together they can figure this thing out. He doubts he’ll be a perfect father (is there any such thing?), but he doesn’t doubt that he’ll be a present father. He’ll be there to teach his boy the ropes, including some of the boyish things that maybe they wouldn’t tell his mother about. Like how to flirt. It was a skill Aedan had once been pretty good at, till Vita stole his heart.

Aedan drops his head to the boy, exchanging breath, marveling in the perfection of the child. Had his parents felt this way when he’d been born, or did they wonder where their son of the night came from? A father of the sun, a beautiful but plain mother. He hadn’t been the perfect blend of his parents by any means, unlike Bran. The name leaves Vita’s lips and Aedan smiles, turning his attention back to her. “That’s perfect,” he says, likely content with any name she could have come up with. “I suppose this is our home for a little while,” he adds with a chuckle. They wouldn’t be moving with a newborn in tow anytime soon. ”It seems like a decent enough place to live, albeit a little empty.”

aedan

the night is more alive and more
richly colored than the day.

@[Vita]