Baby Mine

Epilogue

Grimmchild sat at the top of a building they found. Though, they really couldn't call themselves a "child", could they? Divine had told them to just accept their father's name and title, but Grimmchild had only accepted the title. They just didn't feel right calling themselves "Grimm" when the Grimm they knew had lovingly cared for them and died so many lives ago. Apart from never being named, Grimmchild didn't watch over the bearers as closely as their father did. Whether that was a good or bad thing had yet to be seen, but they could never really stay still when they got to a new place long enough to attempt to look, no matter how much the troupe begged them to do so. "Maybe I got that from mother?" he whispered as a breeze blew by, "They did seem like a wanderer with all those maps." Grimmchild looked at the sky and chuckled softly, "I wonder if you would be yelling at me too. You always got mad whenever you didn't know we were playing hide-n-seek." They didn't expect an answer, but they somehow knew that, if their father had been there, he wouldn't have yelled at them. Scolded maybe, but never yell. As they looked into the sky, they did something that no other Grimmchild had done. They sang.

"Baby mine, don't you cry," they started softly, "Baby mine, dry your eyes."

The wind blew warm as the sun came from behind the clouds, almost as if to listen.

"Rest your head close to my heart," memories of their father came back, "Never to part," memories of when their father held them through their first storm, "Baby of mine."

By the time they had finished their song, the sun was setting on the horizon, bathing the shy in beautiful shades of crimson. Grimmchild smiled, knowing that somehow, someway, their father had heard them and was still smiling at them. Forever and always proud of the child he had raised.