(From Evan's Perspective)
I held the boy in my arms, as his mother cleaned herself as much as she could with my shirt. Her legs were shaking. She should not have stood up so quickly, but I could not stop her. Not when she looked at me with those blue eyes full of determination. Her stomach was still big, not as much as before; slightly less.
Dion. Did I truly deserve to name this boy? I watched his face as he yawned. A chuckle escaped my mouth unknowingly.
"What?" Blue asked.
"He is cute," I said.
"I know, right?" she smiled. "He has to be cute. After all, he is my son."
'You are not wrong.'
She then walked up to us with her weak legs. Her steps were slow, but determined. She kissed the boy's lips gently and then all over his face.
