Dreams came to her again on the wings of hope soaring away from despair. Fire crackled in the distance while Strelitzia rocked in a chair near the window of the home she had custom built for her and James. She held a small baby inside her arms, all wrapped up in a pink blanket.
Their child, rosy chubby cheeks and, her dark hair and James' beautiful brown eyes. Here she felt safe away from the men who treated her like a beast. Someone less than human.
James wrapped his arms around her from behind and kissed her cheek. "How's she doing? Is she fussing again?"
"No, she seems content today. I think she likes the rain. Maybe she takes after her father in that aspect." Everything felt quiet and peaceful though she couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing. "She looks more like you each day I think."
"Beg to differ." James shook his head with a grin upon his lips. "She has your face shape, nose, and hair. I only see my eyes."