Joining hands?(1)

Two months. In just two months, Alpheo would finally lay eyes on his firstborn, a child destined to carry his blood and his legacy into the future. The thought filled him with a mix of exhilaration and nervous energy that refused to be quelled, no matter how much he tried to distract himself with his duties. He had always dreamed of becoming a father, whether in the life he had left behind or the one he now lived. The notion of guiding a young soul, of seeing a part of himself reflected in the eyes of another, had always been a quiet but persistent longing.