New Growth (Drabble Project, Day 61)
Mar. 2nd, 2012 12:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
were_lemurLord of the Rings, all ages, not mine. Sam sees his daughter for the first time.
Sam walks carefully into the room; everything feels fragile, like a dream that he might wake from at any moment. The golden light from the window falls across Rosie as she sits on the bed; it softens the exhaustion on her face, makes her tangled, sweat-soaked hair glow.
He approaches cautiously. "Are you -- ?"
"Perfect," she says, and he imagines the light is from inside her. "She's absolutely perfect, Sam. Here, come and hold her."
"Are you sure? I might drop her -- "
"Sam, I've seen you handle seedlings without so much as a crushed stem. Now come and meet your daughter."
Sam walks carefully into the room; everything feels fragile, like a dream that he might wake from at any moment. The golden light from the window falls across Rosie as she sits on the bed; it softens the exhaustion on her face, makes her tangled, sweat-soaked hair glow.
He approaches cautiously. "Are you -- ?"
"Perfect," she says, and he imagines the light is from inside her. "She's absolutely perfect, Sam. Here, come and hold her."
"Are you sure? I might drop her -- "
"Sam, I've seen you handle seedlings without so much as a crushed stem. Now come and meet your daughter."
