It was a ritual he had taken pleasure in every night since his son was born. It was moments like this when the sun lay low in the sky turning to dusk and the shadows seemed to close in around them protectively that he thought of how lucky he was to have them both. Never in his wildest dreams had he ever thought he could be so happy. “Tell me more,” Jeremiel’s pink lips formed into an “O” stretching wide as he yawned. Sapphire eyes peered beneath curly eyelashes as he struggled to keep them open. He watched as his wife, Rebecca, smoothed back their son’s mass of blond hair. His wife. Even after four years with her, it still made him shiver with excitement at the thought that he could love someone so deeply. So much so that when he came to Earth those many years ago, he couldn’t bear to leave her for a second time. He had gotten to know her and to see the pureness and innocence of her heart. She was beautiful, not only the delicate features of her flawless face, but her heart and soul—they knew no evil.
