One Tail at a Time

My Husband

News of our sons birth has reached every corner of the world which is celebrating in our honour including Qing Qiu though my mother is the odd one out having arrived like a steaming tornado straight into our bed chamber in a fit of anger.  She had wanted to be there for the birth of her grandchild and but to learn Mo Yuan had taken her place against tradition, almost saw an outright war erupt right there in our chamber when she demanded he bow down to her for the humiliation.

In so many ways, she was right to be angry.  The Grandmother always has a say on the birthing rituals and ensures that they are carried out as tradition dictates, which can also include her in the actual birth and had I not forced her to see reason seeing as I was also within my rights to dictate who attends me, then Mo Yuan would have physically thrown her off the mountain with a forever ban, he was so angry.

Actually, Fu Yu too stepped in to calm her down by pulling on her hair and forcing her towards our child that was beginning to wake up from the angry energy in the room.  And so of course, the moment her eyes fell on the thick layer of spiky black hair and soft rosy cheeks peeking out from the blanket, then both Mo Yuan and myself were forgotten.  At least for a while anyway, because I am expecting her to lose her head again.

Though it won't be today, because father also came to visit before dragging her back to the den least she get it into her head to move onto Kunlun Mountain.  She is absolutely smitten with him, we all are, and none more than Mo Yuan who just can't leave him be.  He isn't even a full two days old, yet he has only slept in his bed once because Mo Yuan has found a sudden love of sitting in the bay window with our child neatly tucked up in his arms while he quietly tells him stories.

The only time I get to cuddle him is when he needs feeding or changing, which Mo Yuan quickly gives me the pleasure.  He is so funny, right now he is telling our son about a mischief I had caused when I was little now that he is freshly changed and smelling nice again.

"Your mother was such a mischievous child who thought she could outsmart me...." he is saying as watch them from the day bed smiling.....  "Back then, she and the sprite committed some heinous crime that demanded I punish them, but not only did they boh flee for the safety of the low valleys, but they hid every single pair of my shoes and boots so I couldn't chase after them." he says with a far away look on his face having lost himself briefly to a memory I had completely forgotten about.  "Only the silly little girl forgot I am a High God and don't need to wear shoes, so to find them all missing was a mere annoyance but not a hindrance and I was soon dragging them both up the mountain by the scruffs of their necks." he finishes his little story with a soft chuckle while our baby sleeps on blissfully unaware of him.

"Mo Yuan.  Do you not have any nice stories to tell our son?" I ask laughing at him.

"I suppose I could tell him about the time you tried to bake me cookies in the middle of the night and almost burned the kitchen down and yourself along with it." he says with a rise of his brows and eyes filled with laughter.

"Don't you dare put ideas into his innocent head." I reply giggling at the memory only to shake my head, when he does just that.

Watching him tell yet another story of my youthful days of innocence, I cannot help but lose myself to the look of pure joy on his face.  It doesn't matter that our son is sleeping deeply and completely oblivious to him, Mo Yuan is smitten beyond words.  He has barely slept since his arrival and is bouncing out of bed to the crib the moment his eyes open.  It is actually quite emotional for me to see the absolute delight shining from every pore in his body when he looks down at that cherubic face, as if he is seeing the pure wonder that only Heaven could have created.

And in many ways, it has.  He is the spitting image of his father, though mother says he has my eyes, only I see the soft gentle kindness in them which to me are his fathers eyes.  They are beautiful, just like him and the more he glows in the beauty of our child, the more tender he becomes.  My memories of him as a little girl is exactly the same look he is giving the baby, so I know without a doubt, that Mo Yuan will be a wonderful father and no doubt cheating him out of every game they play.  In fact, just watching as his eyes twinkle in mirth as he recounts yet another story, has me fully imagining the squeals of laughter that will continue to keep him happy and laughing into his old age.