So I saw this picture
and it made me want to write a little random one-shot of Will, Tessa and little James. Not much, just a drabble.
Tessa Herondale had always been fascinated by her young son’s eyes since the first moment he opened them a few minuets after birth. He’d been placed into the crook of her arm, his soft pink cheek, as smooth as a rose petal pressed to her chest. She’d laid there exhausted from the long birth, but all of the pain drained away to joy when she set eyes upon her son. Perfect with chubby cheeks and the features of his father clear in his face. When he opened his eyes, they were golden chips of amber, gazing at her steadily, as if he’d known instantly that this was his mother.
Will had been told to wait outside while the birth was happening, but neither he nor Tessa would allow that. For the whole duration, he held his wife’s hand, murmuring softly against her flushed and damp skin that her ordeal would be over soon. That he loved her. So very, very much. His sapphire eyes never left her once.
Never in his life had he expected to have a child. Much less be married to the woman he loved so utterly and completely. William had stood gazing at the little bundle in his wife’s arms, stunned almost. His eyes had been wide and staring. But then, slowly, reality seemed to sink in and a wide, joyous smile spread across his face as he stepped forwards and sank down onto the bed next to his wife and son, raising a hand to tentatively move the covers from the little boys face. It was like seeing the sun again after a long, long night with the way he blinked a few times.
“James…” Will just found himself whispering, as if afraid of startling the new addition to his family. He’d fought demons, vampires and other monsters… and yet, he found himself terrified by this tiny, defenceless baby. The whole prospect of fatherhood. Becoming a parent.
Tessa had known instantly what her husband had meant. What else could they name their little boy after? The man that had made it all possible. The man they so terribly missed at times.
“I know.” Tessa had simply replied, leaning down and pressing the lightest, most gentlest of kisses to her sons forehead, a thumb stroking his cheek.
Will laughed brokenly under his breath as he leaned over to press a kiss to the boy’s cheek, pausing with his lips brushing the petal pink skin, voice cracking with emotion as he whispered “Welcome to the family, James Herondale.”