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21.Jan.15, 04:57 AM
Pale eyes opened wide, before narrowing thoughtfully as Rhaedalyn pushed again and the wail of an infant filled the air, R’nya tried to cope with the information that had been delivered just prior to the child. He was the father? If it were any woman but Rhaedalyn, R’nya would be disinclined to believe her words, thinking it a desire to blame someone, since the man she thought would be with her had turned tail and fled. It had never occurred to the bronzerider that he could be the one responsible; the thought had never so much as flickered in his mind.
The math worked out, surprising the bronzerider with his own denseness at missing it, though and R’nya didn’t think for a moment that the child was the result of the flight – flights be damned – he would, in that moment and forever, claim the child had been conceived in the tumble he and Rhaedalyn had shared post-flight. He was not sure how he had managed to father the child statistically, but as Rhaedalyn repeated the sex of the infant for her dragon, and R’nya who had not heard the healer, R’nya gave up on trying figuring it out, or ever worrying about it. If Rhaedalyn said the child was his, then so she was.
R’nya, usually so stoic and composed, leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on Rhaedalyn’s forehead, still brushing damp hair from her face absently, and unaware of the fact that he was both crying and smiling. Tear streaks were on the man’s face, but he was oblivious to them as his crushed hand was extended towards the child, brushing the back of one finger gently over the tiny Alyren’s cheek. Alyren. It was different, and it truly was obscure – no one that knew them personally would pick them as the parents from the name alone – but it was perfect, and that only made it more so.
“She is beautiful, Rhaedalyn.” His soft expression shifted from the child and back to the mother, a gentle smile on his lips as he dropped his forehead lightly, pressing it against Rhaedalyn’s temple, one hand in her hair and the other resting lightly on the well wrapped child. “You were outstanding,” was whispered against her ear, another light kiss finding her temple before R’nya stood back just a little, not removing his hands as he stared at the baby in wonder.
“She’s really mine?” he glanced back at Rhaedalyn, not disbelieving that the child was truly his, but unable to comprehend that she was. He did not understand why Rhaedalyn had not told him sooner, but was not sorry she had not. He would have done everything he had no differently if he had known the baby was his daughter, but he would not put it past Rhaedalyn to have feared he would have done those things because he felt obligated to do them, and not because he had wanted to. Well, perhaps he would have done some things differently – he would have worried a lot more, for fear of history repeating itself…
That train of thought was uncomfortable and upsetting and R’nya was too filled with joy to linger on it. He leaned forward again, pressing a tender kiss to Rhaedalyn’s lips. “Thank you. Thank you so much.” How could he ever express to her how truly happy he was?
How many times have you kissed her now, Sir? And that dorky smile might give it away – just maybe. I did not know you could smile that much. Do your cheeks hurt? The bronze dragon’s voice cheerfully included Aradissicath without thought, but Rhaedalyn was very carefully included for fear she’d throw little Alyren in surprise at hearing him speak to her if he just barged in. But the whole scenario was far too much fun to miss out on the chance to dig at R’nya – besides, the woman looked too exhausted to lift her arms, and R’nya was holding the child down!
Prancing cheerfully over to join Aradissicath, Xyreith added his voice delightedly to her happy chatter with the other dragons. His ridiculous human finally had a mini!Proof R’nya knows how to get laid! He tossed at Aradissicath smugly, excluding both humans that time.
The math worked out, surprising the bronzerider with his own denseness at missing it, though and R’nya didn’t think for a moment that the child was the result of the flight – flights be damned – he would, in that moment and forever, claim the child had been conceived in the tumble he and Rhaedalyn had shared post-flight. He was not sure how he had managed to father the child statistically, but as Rhaedalyn repeated the sex of the infant for her dragon, and R’nya who had not heard the healer, R’nya gave up on trying figuring it out, or ever worrying about it. If Rhaedalyn said the child was his, then so she was.
R’nya, usually so stoic and composed, leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on Rhaedalyn’s forehead, still brushing damp hair from her face absently, and unaware of the fact that he was both crying and smiling. Tear streaks were on the man’s face, but he was oblivious to them as his crushed hand was extended towards the child, brushing the back of one finger gently over the tiny Alyren’s cheek. Alyren. It was different, and it truly was obscure – no one that knew them personally would pick them as the parents from the name alone – but it was perfect, and that only made it more so.
“She is beautiful, Rhaedalyn.” His soft expression shifted from the child and back to the mother, a gentle smile on his lips as he dropped his forehead lightly, pressing it against Rhaedalyn’s temple, one hand in her hair and the other resting lightly on the well wrapped child. “You were outstanding,” was whispered against her ear, another light kiss finding her temple before R’nya stood back just a little, not removing his hands as he stared at the baby in wonder.
“She’s really mine?” he glanced back at Rhaedalyn, not disbelieving that the child was truly his, but unable to comprehend that she was. He did not understand why Rhaedalyn had not told him sooner, but was not sorry she had not. He would have done everything he had no differently if he had known the baby was his daughter, but he would not put it past Rhaedalyn to have feared he would have done those things because he felt obligated to do them, and not because he had wanted to. Well, perhaps he would have done some things differently – he would have worried a lot more, for fear of history repeating itself…
That train of thought was uncomfortable and upsetting and R’nya was too filled with joy to linger on it. He leaned forward again, pressing a tender kiss to Rhaedalyn’s lips. “Thank you. Thank you so much.” How could he ever express to her how truly happy he was?
Prancing cheerfully over to join Aradissicath, Xyreith added his voice delightedly to her happy chatter with the other dragons. His ridiculous human finally had a mini!
