amount of magic will stop that from
happening. I am not a simple man, nor am I a man of magic, but I am
a man of science. I know more about infinity than you think,
dearest bride.”
Esme leaned against him, listened to his
heartbeat, wanting forever to remember the pace of his heart when
she was near. It was the same beat that equaled hers when he was
near. He kissed the top of her head, taking in the smell of jasmine
that would forever be her.
***
Emmanuel wished as Esme requested and he
suddenly awoke in the floor on his back. He felt as if he’d had a
wonderful dream, but he couldn’t remember what it was about. After
he stood, he heard a baby wailing nearby. He looked at the crib
beside the bed and blinked, seeming to recall a faint image in his
dream, but realized it wasn’t important. He smiled and realized his
sweet little girl must be in need of a diaper change.
He walked over and looked at her. She cooed
and stretched her arms up to him, so he lifted her up and realized
she was wet. He recalled how Mrs. Brevard considered him to be
excellent with children, even if he hadn’t been born into a large
family. ‘Usually,’ she would say, ‘those born into large families
are rather good with children.’ Since he was a single parent, she
commended him even more because of his devotion.
“All good now, Reverie?” he asked after he’d
changed her diaper. Although the name was an awkward one, he
remembered that Esme had circled the name in a birth name book. His
wife died shortly after giving birth to their daughter, begging him
to raise Reverie with as much love as he’d given her while she was
alive. He was planning to do just that.
Emmanuel held her to him, letting her head
rest on his shoulder. “We’ll be fine, Reverie. Just wait and see.
We’ll be just fine.”
She burped in response and he held her until
she fell to sleep, then he gently lay her down. As he looked at
her, he knew there was simply not a more beautiful baby in York
County. Many of the mothers claimed the same. He knew she would
become as beautiful as her mother, and he was more than willing to
make sure she did.
♥ Part Two: If Anything, a
Heart ♥
Isaac Partridge sat with his football
friends at what was designated the ‘popular’ table in the new
cafeteria, watching as the freshman high school students tried to
find themselves a place to sit. He couldn’t sympathize with them,
because he’d always been charismatic enough to fit in anywhere.
After all, he was the star quarterback. This group was another
story, so he and his friends sat at their table, laughing at them.
They even looked uneasy in their uniforms, with some pulling at
their collars while others scratched their arms.
They had already begun placing the freshmen
at tables, laughing at each decision made. When they saw a boy with
glasses, he was automatically categorized as a geek. When they saw
a boy with muscles, he became a jock. If his parents had seen him
doing this, they would berate him, even though he’d learned from
the best.
“Hey. Hey. Look at this one,” Teddy
“Blitzer” Bwitz said and slapped Isaac’s arm. He pointed wildly as
another line of freshmen began looking around for a place to sit.
He was gesturing to the girl at the head of the line, while his
mouth was still filled with food. “She doesn’t look like a geek or
the cheerleader type, but does she have a body or what? What do you
think, Isaac?”
The girl had auburn hair that seemed red
when the light shone on it (as it was now) and a pair of expressive
deep blue eyes. Her figure was curvy, especially for a fourteen
year old, but she didn’t seem to realize how beautiful she truly
was. She turned to Isaac and they locked eyes, making the rest of
the world disappear. He had never been infatuated with someone
younger than he was, especially not a fourteen year old. When he
was eight, he had a crush on his