Fugue: Prologue

The joy a new baby brings does not compare to anything else she's ever experienced. That's what she thinks as she creeps through the hallways, trying not to wake her sleeping husband. It's exciting, what she's doing. Going in to check on the baby boy they brought home nearly a week ago.

It was all a little overwhelming at first. Her husband wasn't sure if he was ready for the responsibility, especially considering how special the baby she had chosen was. But, after much talk and reassurance, he agreed that it was best. Both for them and the boy.

And, now, as she entered the nursery, she reveled in it all. In the soft smell of the room, and the beauty of the tiny cradle in the center of it.

Still walking as quickly as she could, she approached the cradle, smiling warmly as she did. In the middle of the tiny blanket lay the baby, staring up at her with big eyes and throwing his little fists into the air as if reaching for her. She heard the tiny sigh escape from him right before he smiled back. He continued to smile at her for what she thought was the longest time yet as his breathing picked up and turned into an almost hissing noise. This is the way he laughed, she knew. She was still getting used to it.

He blew a raspberry at her, still waving his hands in front of his face, and she giggled to herself. She knew she would never hear this beautiful boy laugh, but it amazed her how he had found noises to replace the ones that came natural to any other child. She knew he was special, and she knew she loved him. She felt like she could deal with anything he threw at her right now.

Her eyes grew wider as his smile faded suddenly, and was replaced with a grimace instead. The sounds escaping him now were no more than large, gasping breaths. Not much different from the cries of her niece, only without the vocalizations behind it.

"Oh, baby," she whispered, reaching down gingerly to cradle him in her arms and bring him to her chest. He then made a sound, what she thought was a hiccup, before calming down completely. She smiled again, rocking him back and forth in her arms.

"Caylin," she whispered to him again, bringing him up to place a kiss on his forhead, to which he blew another raspberry. She laughed again, and suddenly noticed the tears forming in here eyes.

"I love you. Your Mommy loves you, Caylin. And, Daddy, too. We love you, and we want you to be happy. You have to know you're special, Caylin. Don't let anyone tell you any different."

She kissed the baby's forehead once more and laid him back down in his crib, wiping her eyes and looking at him again. His smile was enough for her to sleep soundly a few more hours, and she turned to make her way back to her husband.

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A/N: I'm back. Sort of, anyway. haha. This is something a little new for me, I think...Although, not really. It's still set in my world of beautiful boys and raging hormones. But, I suppose everyone will find that out later. I'm hoping to have this one a little more rounded than Lifted, in that it should be deeper than "just sex." and, maybe I'll actually finish this one. guh. Damn you, ADD. Damn you sleeping muse. Anyway, I should be updating this again sometime soon. I know this first chapter is quite short, but it's only a prologue, so eh. More to come. I did have this all worked out in my head, but I actually wrote this a while ago, so I'll have to think it over again. Come with me, and see where it goes. It should be...interesting, to say the least.

3 Llewellyn