The Gift of Life
The feeling of the small life in his hands filled Robin with awe.
The infant gazed at him with implicit trust. Utmost faith that Robin was there only for his good and not for ill.
Had this baby gazed upon the last person to hold him with like trust? Well, look where that had gotten him.
That someone could throw away something so precious was despicable.
Marian's derisive, “Is it yours?” had cut him to the quick. He would not be so careless, and yet a part of him longed to lay claim to the new precious life.
~ Fin ~