He was dark blue and black like her, blotched here and there with patches of white, a large one across the left side of his face, and he was staring back at her with the sandy yellow brown eyes of Agba. He didn't cry, he just looked up at her as if he knew his life hung in that moment and what was left of her heart broke. She cradled him to her chest and sobbed.
Jarron had worn a track down on the beach from pacing, waiting for Evils' return. He had known she was in pain but now all was quiet and although he could still feel her presence, he was worried she was seriously hurt and alone. It had been almost 3 days since he had seen her and when he saw her coming down from the other end of the beach he ran to meet her.
"Hello lovely, are you ok?" He anxiously asked, looking her all over quickly, his gaze stopping at the small bundle in her arms.
She only nodded; eyes glazed and expressionless. His entire body sagged as he looked at the baby.
"What are we going to do lovely?" Jarron whispered quietly.