My dear, we're slow dancing in a burning room
Maeve catches Edmund in her arms, hugging him close and bending to press a kiss to his temple, breathing in the scent at the top of his head that's lingered since thse day of his birth. "You're welcome, my starlight. I'm so glad you like it." She hums, allowing him to take her hand and lead her to the pillow fort that she'd spent the afternoon constructing for them. Aidon is already there, lifting his head and trilling softly at his bonded, blowing a bit of smoke at Edmund too. Maeve lowers herself onto the pillows, settling closer to the tree so she can easily reach the packages tucked beneath it, allowing Edmund to be closer to the snacks on the table.
"What do you want to start with first? Cookies and hot chocolate or gifts?" She asks, arching a brow as she meets her son's gaze, a smile curling on her lips. He's already coming into himself so much. Growing more each day. He was so smart and brave and good. The best thing in her life, surely. Just like Remi said.
"What do you want to start with first? Cookies and hot chocolate or gifts?" She asks, arching a brow as she meets her son's gaze, a smile curling on her lips. He's already coming into himself so much. Growing more each day. He was so smart and brave and good. The best thing in her life, surely. Just like Remi said.
Maeve
