Mary + Ben + Baby
Her resplendent face, his tender attentiveness, and their beloved baby to be.
~*~
She felt overcome. This thing, beautiful as it was, taking over her body was both terrifying and awe-inspiring. A baby was growing inside her. She didn't even have to learn how to do it--her body just knew. She could draw strength from that.
He gently combed her hair with his fingers and smoothed loose strands behind her ear and down her back, then set his hand on hers and their rings glimmered as if they were exchanging familiar winks. As the two stood there, back to back, their hands touched, and again as they walked, and again as they sat. Maybe as they sat there on that bench at Ben Salem Wayside, they didn't feel as apprehensive about this new form, this new journey, this new life they were embarking on. Their eyes would meet and there, again, a familiar wink. It was as if two people folded in and became one, then spun back into two, then diverged into three--some kaleidoscope of light, love, and new life.
