Edward
I gently allowed the tips of my fingers to play with the little curls on Elijah's head as he slept in his incubator. He was the tiniest thing I had ever seen in my life. Oksana was small but he was different.
It was a miracle he had survived. To be a month premature and to be born in such a gruesome way but have the face of an angel fascinated me. His skin even though it was pale was a gentle caramel. The doctors told us he would get better through the months.
His hair as platinum as Demyan's. White as snow and beautiful against his baby blue hat. His eyelashes were long and I couldn't wait for the day he opened his eyes to see if he would have our famous Chernyshevsky eyes or a lighter hazel like Malia's.
His little hand had not let go of my finger as soon as I touched him. He was strong and I was amazed. He was born three days ago via caesarean in order to save him. Only once the doctor felt he was safe to introduce to us did we finally meet him.
