Their Mind

Edward

I gently allowed the tips of my fingers to play with the little curls on Elijah's head as he slept in his incubator. He was the tiniest thing I had ever seen in my life. Oksana was small but he was different.

It was a miracle he had survived. To be a month premature and to be born in such a gruesome way but have the face of an angel fascinated me. His skin even though it was pale was a gentle caramel. The doctors told us he would get better through the months.

His hair as platinum as Demyan's. White as snow and beautiful against his baby blue hat. His eyelashes were long and I couldn't wait for the day he opened his eyes to see if he would have our famous Chernyshevsky eyes or a lighter hazel like Malia's.