He stood a moment in the doorway of their bedroom upon his return to their cottage in Manosque and watched silently over as the empresses of his world slumbered in their beds. The soft breathings from their lips making it all the more real that they truly did exist. He still could not believe it was so some days, even now that they were eight months old. Eight months! How the time has passed them by. And how quickly they have been growing.
He listened to the music of their heartbeats before he swiftly and silently placed a pop-up book made specifically for them about dragons on the small table for them to find upon waking. He could just imagine now, the glees in their bell like voices as they see his gift to them when they woke in the morning. The little buzzing sounds as they happily flip through the pages as the book magically will come to life before their little eyes. A smile crossing his lips as he thought about this future moment.
He went to each bed in turn, kissing gently their forehead of each Samantha and Solveig in turn, caressing their soft blonde heads as he did. Pausing again at the doorway before heading down the hall to finally hold his beloved wife once again in his arms, he committed to memory their blonde heads just like sunlight laying peacefully in their beds, fast asleep.
He listened to the sounds of the cottage. All was silent other than the soft sounds of slumber by all in the cottage. He stopped at the door to the room they shared and listened. The soft breathing of his goddess coming from their bed. Silently, so as to not disrupt her slumbers, he readies for bed and climbs under the covers, wrapping his arms gently around her.
"Welcome home, my heart," a faint whisper comes from her lips as she felt his arms wrap around her slender body.
How he missed this voice, this sound. He kissed her forehead as she rolled over to face him, pulling him closer against her body and burying her face into his chest. He places his face against her head, closing his eyes as he breathes in the aroma coming from her head. Such a beautiful scent she was, a mixture of lavender and honeysuckle floating from her long blonde tresses.
"You've been missed so," she whispered as she lifted her chin up to place soft butterfly kisses along his neck.
"I've missed you as well, my queen." Kissing her forehead and caressing her tresses more.
She smiles at his kiss and snuggles more into his arms. Her home was home once again. They spent the evening hours that remained whispering on their days apart and sharing stories while holding close in each other's arms.
When they finally drifted to sleep, Elijah smiled to himself at how good it felt to finally be home holding his beloved wife and kissing their daughters' once again. Knowing they were still safe here in their cottage, gave him a sense of peace. But even more so, just holding his Sky once again.
