Harper
As if it would ever be in question that he would show her the marvels of the world, but that’s just how Harper loves. Beautiful things he finds on patrol come home to be lined up in her windowsill, imported goods are traded for and left on her bedside to be discovered, and places like these that are within traveling distance are shared with her when time allows. “Of course,” he murmurs for lack of a better way to put all of that into words, and when she asks him to hold Jude he happily does so, pressing idle kisses to his son’s round cheeks as she takes off her outer layers.
Handing Jude back when she reaches for him, he hums softly in agreement and slowly lowers himself into the shallows until he’s sitting in the soft silt and sand below, water only to his waist. “At least it’s warm enough in here.” The rest they can tackle day by day. Together, as they always do. Jude squeals with delight as he’s lowered into the water between them, balanced on Maeve’s thigh so he doesn’t go too deep, and Harper watches them together with a profound love pouring out from his warm, happy expression.
Handing Jude back when she reaches for him, he hums softly in agreement and slowly lowers himself into the shallows until he’s sitting in the soft silt and sand below, water only to his waist. “At least it’s warm enough in here.” The rest they can tackle day by day. Together, as they always do. Jude squeals with delight as he’s lowered into the water between them, balanced on Maeve’s thigh so he doesn’t go too deep, and Harper watches them together with a profound love pouring out from his warm, happy expression.
When you're lost I'll show you the way back home
I'll stay until the morning comes, and show you how to live again
I'll stay until the morning comes, and show you how to live again
