(Third Person's POV)
Over twenty minutes after Damian and his sister went upstairs to help her settle in for the night, Sapphire still sat in the same spot.
The baby was still very secure in her arms, but her fingers trembled slightly as she held him close, her cheeks resting gently against his tiny head.
The tears never stopped coming, but she made sure they didn't touch the baby.
"I miss him.." she whispered quietly.
The baby shifted in her arms, letting out a cute little sound.
Carefully, she pulled back just enough to look at him.
His small face and innocent eyes, so unaware, so untouched by the cruelty of this world.
I can only wish that it stays this way for you, son.
Her lips trembled, then she leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss against his forehead.
Not his lips, never a child's lips. That was something she believed in.
A baby's lips were never to be kissed by strangers, not for any reason.
Her hands tightened around him as she pulled him into a hug.
