Harry suckles and dozes… Dozes and suckles…
Then, just dozes…
Tiny eyelids close. Rosebud lips remain a little parted, blowing milky bubbles.
My son.
Michael’s son.
My promise to him.
I should be so happy…
Instead, holding tight to Harry, I’m trying hard to hold back the heat behind my eyes, but the heat is flowing and liquid, spilling down my cheeks. “I don’t know when I’ll see you both again.”
Michael moves carefully, drawing me, and somehow, Harry too, into his embrace. He kisses my forehead, draws fingers over my cheeks. “It won’t be for long, I’m sure. Your father’s set to go. He doesn’t let his emotions spill, but there’s a lot of anger bubbling away under there. Best thing you can do to support him is to keep your chin up so he’s not distracted.”
I sniffle and gulp. “You’re
