LIGHTNOVELWORLD Chapter 88: Heaven
Mountains circling around, fog hovering the nature, within tall naked trees, and still lush pine trees accompanied by rugged evergreen trees, they found a little wooden cottage, smaller, but cozier in this cold lonely winter.
Far apart, there were tiny houses scattered around. All the way, on the farthest land, a little unnamed village welcomed Rhett's loving family. Frost upon the window pane, tiny specks of snow sprinkling in the moonlit chilly, breezy night, the world was in a spell of cold weather in December.
On the mellow bed, underneath the soft quilt, baby Rhean lay warm between his parents, his doe eyes open, doe eyes blinking slow, his little heart unwilling to sail into dreamland.
Neva pats his little chest, his breathing steady, her sweet and saccharine voice—humming and whispering words of a whimsical lullaby.
Baby Rhean's curious eyes on Neva, sucking on his thumb—as she sings him to sleep.
Rhett lay facing the sweet mother and child, his eyes adoring them, mirroring the warmth and delight of his heart.
Suddenly a loud howl of a wolve flinches little Rhean. Grows more howlings of the furry wild wolves in this cold winter, moonlit night.
"It's okay, shh..." Neva murmers, as her little one purses his lips, almost weeping from the unfaltering direful noises. She kisses his forehead, smiling down at the lulling baby.
"He's brave." Rhett remarks, as he, amused, observes the boy soothing down. Neva chuckles, "He is," she strokes Rhean's tiny button nose, "Aren't you my brave little son?" Nev praises, and baby Rhean smiles bright in response to his mother.
"Look at how cute you are," Neva smiles, her eyes trailing up to meet her husband's dreamy ones. Eyes tangled, he grins, reaching for her hand—he lovingly kisses her knuckles.
Rhean babbles his own baby words, his big eyes on his parents; as if asking for their attention. They gaze upon him, drawing a huge, beautiful smile on his pink little lips, flashing no teeth gummy in his small mouth.
"He looks like you." Neva declares, her orbs bright and shimmering. "Does he?" Rhett asks, she nods in return, her gaze holding his own. "We should have a girl next, who'll look like you." He smiles, picturing a little girl; who's features looks through alike the woman he loves so dearly.
Neva raises her brows, "You want another child?" He eagerly nods his head in mirthfulness, "Of course, two boys and two girls would be perfect." Neva widens her eyes, "That's a lot." "Why? Rhean would like it, and he'll be more competitive." He says, his gaze confident of his believes.
Neva smiling shakes her head, glimpsing down at her baby, sustaining patting his chest to lull him to sleep; for the almost four month old baby, for some reason refused to sleep tonight.
Her lips turning a sad smile, her eyes dimming light. "I don't want another child though, my baby boy is more than enough." Rhett frowns, "You don't want another baby? Why?"
Neva presses her lips together, "We are always on the run, always living in fear.
God knows when and where we'll be pushed through peril again.
It's already a sin for me to have this little life, when I know that my world could be torn apart any given moment." She reveals, her glossy eyes soaking in her child, flickering thousands of emotions as she threads them with Rhett's own softened ones.
Rhett caresses her cheek. Slowly, she leans in on his warmth, closing her eyes and breathing out a weary sigh.
"It'll all end soon, and you being mother to our boy is far from a sin. He's a blessing, he couldn't have a more loving, caring, strong and beautiful mother than you."
Closening in to her, he plants a tender kiss on her forehead, "He was meant to be ours, the heaven's wouldn't have it any other way." He smiles affectionately at her.
Her lips trembles, she hadn't felt at rest, her fears crawling in her head, gnawing her heart.
Her tears fall, heart feathering up light, not as weighing as before, she ponders: how could his words be so mystical? Soothing her wretched heart.
"We're safe here right?" Neva asks, searching his eyes.
He smiles, wiping her tears, "I doubt that we're not." He has her smile, her soul more serene, close to the warmth of her home, her world; her two favourite people.
Rhett looks down at baby Rhean, still awake, a little more aware than before; the love shared between his parents, and for him.
"And you little wild one, sleep now and let me have my wife all to myself." He says, his hand crawling to tingle his round chubby tummy. The playful father wafts out giggles out the small baby.
The boy lets little happy squeals out, his tiny hands and legs squirming inside the quilt, as Rhett tickles all over his chubby chin and short neck with his fingers. Neva chuckles, so in love with them, praying to have the peace still for forever. Their giggles music in her ears, this little while; feels like heaven.