The Brightest Night (Origin 3)

* * *There was never a name more fitting for our son. He would be just as fierce as his namesake and as brave and strong as his mother. And he would have me standing behind him. Always.

Everyone knew I’d burn down the entire world for Kat; watch it all go up in flames if I had to. I always knew I would. No doubt, but as I stared down at the tiny, scrunched up face, I truly realized the depths of destruction I would wreak to keep them both safe and happy.

“Nothing, and I mean nothing, will ever touch you,” I said and kissed the downy softness on the top of his head. “That is a promise.”

And that was one I would never break.

Cradling him close to my chest, I carried him back to where Kat slept. Careful not to wake either of them, I settled in beside her. I bent, brushing my lips over Kat’s brow and then leaned against the headboard.

It was going to be a long night.

That was fine by me.

There was nothing else I rather be doing than watching over the two most important beings in my life.