Evie
You thrill me, you delight me
You're all that I've been yearning for
Evie’s head hits the pillow, blinking stars out of her eyes as wailing fills the room. Sweat sticks uncomfortably to her skin in places she’d forgotten could sweat. At least since the last time she was in this bed; how could she have forgotten any of the intensity or details of this process?You're all that I've been yearning for
As she lifts her head, exhausted, she lays eyes on the squalling bundle the doctor is handing to her and she thinks: oh. That’s how. Why bother remembering anything else when it’s the first time she’s seen her child’s face? Her arms are already up and open to receive the red-faced babe before she registers the rote congratulatory phrases and the confirmation of gender - a girl. Their first daughter. The only other girl in the family aside from Evie herself.
Evie shamelessly begins to cry, cradling her daughter who goes quiet as if bewildered to not be the designated person for such things. The Evergreen can’t put to words the feelings that crest inside her at seeing her own traits - defining characteristics of her existence as Evie Ignatius - replicated in their child. Honored? Blessed? Some grander sentiment that comforts her, tells her she will continue on in this world in some small way even when she has been embraced by Ludo?
Looking up through tears at Deimos, her lips wobble pathetically, though she swears she had tried to smile just now. “She’s a girl, she’s our daughter,” she hiccups, overcome with love and cosmic connection and - less poetically - exhaustion and delirium. That will pass. Right now, what matters is the little girl against her chest, nose wrinkled and cheeks as pink as the blanket she’s swaddled in. “She’s perfect.”
I love you, I adore you - I lay my life before you
I only want you more and more
I only want you more and more
